I had hoped for snow this weekend, but all we got was cold, sunny weather. Nothing to complain about, maybe, and I don't. I just long for snow. I long for that white, silent world. The light, the joy! The children can't wait, but I guess we'll have to. In the meantime, I have snowflakes hanging in my kitchen window. Lots of them! No chance of forgetting what's to come sitting in my kitchen. I'm in love, they're beautiful, and my 3.5 year old daughter made them for me. Me knitting, her putting those tiny plastic beads in place, together. She's the best. I think she'll be a happy knitter one day.