It finally snowed in Boston. I mean, legit snow. For most of December and January, the weather was really kind to us with nearly no snow and some occasionally warm, beautiful, sunny 52°F days. I’m actually quite thrilled about the two snowstorms we just had this past week, but that’s because I don’t have to go anywhere and thus not to deal with the massive amount of shoveling and cleaning up. Do you remember that one terrible winter in New England? Um, I’m having a moment of gratitude here.
Anyway, the snowstorm on Sunday wasn’t as bad as the first one (by that I mean no crazy winds that turn every bit of snows hitting your face into a hail show), so Hugh and I went out to snap some pictures. From time to time, I wonder if we would still live here in a few years (which I honestly would love to). Maybe we’ll end up settling down somewhere warmer. You never know. But I’m sure someday I’ll miss a day like today.