For many years, while living in Colorado, I would watch my bloggy friend, Martha, who lives in South Carolina, post gorgeous pictures of a myriad of flowers growing in her yard in the dead of winter.

Mesmerized by her spectacular flower pictures, I would stare out my window at the snow piled acres and long for warmth, brilliantly colored flowers in my own yard, freedom from a snow shovel and blistery sunshine!

I would write to her and jokingly ask her to stop taunting me!

Well this morning, a friend from high school was posting pictures on Facebook of Western New York where I grew up.  He said the weather reminded him of the Blizzard of 77 {one of the worst in our nation’s history!}

I was in college at the time and had to ride a city bus downtown.  My normal morning ride  of 35 minutes took 2-1/2 hours that day the blizzard started!!  As the blizzard went on and on and on and on, we could walk up to the top of the drifts and touch the lights hanging in the middle of the intersections!!   


You don’t ever forget blizzards like that!

I shivered as I looked at my friend Rick’s pictures this morning.  I remember it all very, very well!

So for those bracing for snow, buried under it or watching blustery flakes fall….I just want you to know that I would never taunt now that we have the privilege of living in Phoenix.

Not ever.

Although I might want to. 


I mean it would be too cruel.

So let me quickly change the subject and just show you pictures of what my treasures are doing outside my kitchen while I work on this post.

And for the record, when we are asked how we stand the summers in Phoenix, Dw and I grin from ear to ear and quickly respond:

“We’d rather shovel sunshine than snow…”