Once said by Carl Reiner.
Long Island’s first snow of the winter (snowed Halloween weekend, what?!)
Snow to me means staying inside, drinking spiced tea out of a pretty gold-trimmed china cup, reading non-fiction books on epidemics and artists (not in the same book obviously), and eventually trudging out of doors to scrape ice off my minivan (don’t judge!). If and when I move upstate, my level of intelligence will skyrocket! This, of course, means I will need a larger bookcase.
Copy of Vivaldi – Four Seasons – Winter