We had no significant snow last winter. When you are a small child, waiting almost two years to make a snowball or go sledding seems like a lifetime. Last weekend our snow drought ended with just enough to build a snowman but still have a nice snow lawn for him to stand on. The trees, frosted and lacy, are my favorite part of a snowy day. I watched the kids slide down the little hill, bright pops of color moving in the midst of a black and white world. Then I carefully crunched my way home.