To me, that title is an oxymoron!
Writer Daughter is driving back and forth to cosmetology school this year and I am seriously praying for a mild winter. Fifty minutes of white knuckle driving is the pits! Plus Dancer Daughter has jobs now and two teens (19 is still a teen, right?!) driving....I will have no fingernails left! ☺
However, this morning, as I witnessed gentle snow showers, I do have to thank the Almighty for the beauty of it all.
Big, fat flakes gently floating to the ground.
It reminded me of a song. I shared this song last year and it is still a beautiful favorite of mine. Enjoy.