It came down fast and furious the other day, covering all our Southern green with a sea of white. We rarely get snow. We get excited when the weatherman even says the word snow. We panic when he says the word accumulation. We close schools and businesses. We swarm the grocery to get the last remaining supplies. Many of the Damn Yankee Southern Transplants laugh and scoff at Southern ways when it comes to snow. But when the flakes are flying and they are making snowmen they are laughing for a whole nother reason!
And I mean the term Damn Yankee in the nicest possible way. I'm happily married to one, you know.
Take care,
Odd Girl