For some Canadians (this one for sure), snow is pretty for about five minutes after the first accumulation and a miserable foe the rest of the time.
I didn’t grow up with it, you see. I don’t ski and skate, so winter for me isn’t fun and exciting and beautiful, it’s six long months of limited mobility and unscheduled, undesired hard work.
It must be nice to live where snow is a novelty. Like here, in the Okanagan Valley.
It’s such a shame that this isn’t the view from my back door.