I usually post on the first snow in my hometown of Traverse City, Michigan. The first snow to stick to the ground came last Sunday, at 5:00 A.M. when Brian and I were heading to the airport to get on a plane to Los Angeles. Now, several days later, it is snowing again. Big. Fluffy. Flakes of snow. I don’t know why I love winter so much. It’s the most dramatic season change there is. It is a signal of change and usually opens a new chapter in my life. I love winter. Especially in Traverse City, Michigan.
Right now, I am sitting in the car with my three sons, Echo, Fielding and Apollo and our new dog Hickory. Hickory was abandoned as a small puppy at the local city park, which doubles as our local ski resort in the winter. Of course, the park is called Hickory Hills.