The grass is always greener, even when it's white

When we moved to the Tennessee Valley from South Carolina six years ago, I couldn't have been more excited about living in an area that had snowy winters.

That was the year our hometown had a 100-year record snowfall of 18 inches; during the 14 years we lived there, it had maybe snowed 5-6 inches twice.  During this same "snow event" that showered our South Carolina friends, we received--if I'm not mistaken--124 snowflakes; a heavy frost produces more sparkle and shine.

Saturday morning I woke up to the whispers of my 12 year old--"Look at that, Mom!"

Through sandy eyes I looked at him and blinked, confused. 

"No...look at THAT!" he demanded, finger pointing in the opposite direction...my window.

A surprise snowfall had blanketed our yard in cotton and white, and snow chunks were still falling. 

I grabbed my camera, braved the elements, and started shooting--a kid in the candy store--

 

 

 

 

By lunchtime, 40 degrees erased the evidence.  The snow might've been gone, but thanks to my BFF Ms. Nikon, it was hardly forgotten :).

Your turn:  Do you have a favorite capture from the above series?  Would you mind sharing in comments which one and why?  Feel free to link posts with snowy pictures of your own, too!