A snowy place.

Sometimes I long to live again in a place that has seasons...perhaps one day, the mountains of North Carolina or Tennessee. It's 17 degrees in Dallas, and with that much cold, we should at least be able to enjoy snow on the ground...

"The wind was blowing, but not too hard, and everyone was so happy and gay for it was only twenty degrees below zero and the sun shone."
~Laura Ingalls Wilder

my parents' front yard in new jersey, a few days before Christmas

See the magical snow that fell last year...