January....?

Once again, I'm enamored with New England winter weather... yesterday it was sunny and in the 50s and this morning it is snowing heavily like it's business as usual (which is close to the truth for here I think).

Is there an equivalent expression to "raining cats and dogs" for snow? The flakes are literally the size of small animals. It's like God has torn up millions and millions of kleenex tissues and is pelting them down all at once in whispy chunks. They have the feathery texture of the early ashes of burnt paper. I wish I could measure some on rulers- these "flakes" are more like snow clusters.

I'm glad I didn't have to go out in it this morning. Although, I might have liked to feel and taste the "flakes."

Only a Texas girl would mistake the morning sounds of snow blowers for grass mowers in Boston in the middle of January. O:)

I think I have a few more "white" days, weeks, months to go. I feel like I'm on vacation, like this is abnormal and beautiful and worthy of all my attention. And yet, I have to go to class tonight, and do everything I'd normally have to do in Texas (with a few more layers on). Sorry to linger on a seemingly mundane subject like the weather, it's just such a big change!