Call me Crazy!

You can call me crazy - - but I love Iowa in the winter. I can complain about a lot of things but you will not usually hear me bitching about the weather. Granted, I don't like the Arctic blast that comes our way in December or January, but you can always put on more clothes.

I love the snow in February. They are wet, and sloppy and just right for playing in - - snowballs, sledding, snowmen, slick road-don't tell me I can't go somewhere - - and Avie frolicking in the wet mess.

Lately I have been thinking about my Grandma. This weekend I realized it has been 9 years ago on the 17th that she passed on. Funny how your senses can bring back memories. Someone staying at the hotel where the Knit In took place had on my Grandma's perfume. Then the snow today reminded me again. She died on a Thursday while wintering in Tempe. My family flew in from Arizona on the next day. We had a major snow storm that Thursday night and it made travel difficult. My nephew Jacob was 4 years old and had never seen snow before. He was amazed and baffled by the snow. He played....shoveling, throwing snowballs, making a snowman. Then by Tuesday the snow was melted and we were running around in sweatshirts. After that trip to Iowa, each year around Christmas my sister and her family go up north to Flagstaff, AZ to play in the snow. Funny how a trip to Iowa for a funeral could make such wonderful memories.