Until April?

I used to fantasize about snow so deep I would--as a good Girl Scout--have to tunnel to my neighbors' houses to bring them bread and milk. Too bad I didn't grow up in Newfoundland.

in New England, just a little way south, we used to tunnel all over our yard, out to the mailbox and the barn. Sometimes we would make a village, each of us having our own enclosure, imagining that we were Eskimos who lived in igloos... or so the extent of our knowledge led us to think.

In the high country in the Rockies, where I am now, kids are warned not to make their tunnels out into the street so they don't get hurt by snow removal machines. And in some towns, they pile up the snow in the middle of each block making 20 ft piles that are great for kids and dogs to play on, too dense for tunneling.

I like living in places where you can get snowed in for several days, it certainly shapes your life in winter.

how much my ten-year-old self envies your ten-year-old self.

Perfect day to play in the snow!