Because I don't like snow.
Oh, it wasn't always this way. I tend to winge and wax poetical about 'when oh when is spring going to come' after Christmas, and I do get tired of the slush and mess, but I don't think I actively hated it until this year.
This year we had a warm, long autumn. The picture for yesterday? Was taken yesterday - see the lovely shades of fall?
This morning I awoke to a FOOT of snow. Blank whiteness as far as the eye could see.
Snow. It's a four letter word, isn't it? And probably not by accident.
Oh, the kids loved it, and it was pretty until it was all tracked-up, but cold and dreary and now I'm facing months of this, oh GOD.
Anyone want to annex Nova Scotia to somewhere warmer? Because I have a sneaking suspicion I've just officially become too old for this crap.