Ring Out Wild Bells

This morning as I walked to work, it was a little chilly, but also early, so I just wore a light jacket.  I figured the sun would be coming out soon enough and it would be a happy day.

This afternoon as I walked home from work, it was snowing.  

I always walk past the bell tower on my way home, and today someone was playing a slow, depressing song, which I thought was very suitable, considering the weather.  All of a sudden, the depressing song stopped, and I heard the melody, "Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman..." ringing from the bells.  From that time on, the snow didn't seem so bad.

Grrrrrr.

Grrrrr rhymes with brrrrr which almost rhymes with currrrrse the snow! I really do like the snow, just not in March.  I am ready for the Spring.  I think Spring should be as long as winter and winter should only last two months...max.  On a brighter note, as I was walking in this ridiculous blizzard I saw a human in shorts and a short sleeve shirt looking up at the sky with his mouth wide open.  After a few seconds he'd close it, lick his lips, and open it back up again to catch some more snow.  It was so funny and actually made me (almost) glad it was snowing.

(This picture was taken after it stopped snowing.  I decided I like the snow when it's not snowing.  Pretty, huh?)

Snow, Anyone?

It snowed a little bit in Provo today.  Here is the view from my bedroom window (actually from a couple of months ago).

Winter is wonderful when it's like this, isn't it?

Snow or Spring?

This is what it looked like yesterday.

And this is what it looks like today.

I really don't understand Utah weather.

The First Snow

Yesterday was the first real snow that Utah has had. There were flurries coming down all day and it stuck for a little bit, then melted. We all had fun being in it, but I think Tegan and I had the best experience. As we were walking home from work, 10-15 Asian men walk out of the conference center. They were pretty excited to see the snow and started to take pictures in it. They set one camera on the trash can to take a timed picture, but I asked them if they'd like me to take the picture. One of them said, "Ya, ya, ya" and handed me his camera. He said, "You, take pic-tcha (picture), and you," he grabbed Tegan's arm "come join us." So they put Tegan front and center, (she told me afterward someone grabbed her waist so she may look a little wide-eyed) and I took the picture. Then, the same man said, "Just a moh-ment, just a moh-ment," as he walked over to me, handed the camera to Tegan and said, "Now, you take pic-tcha, and you" he grabbed my arm, "come join us." So I was in their picture also. But that wasn't enough. They had to have both of us. So we stood in the middle of all of these funny asian men, while one of them took the pic-tcha. I loved it! It was a great way to start the day and as we were walking home, Tegan told me that she heard one of them say, "Proof, we are een Ah-mer-ee-ca" (Proof we are in America). And I thought, "Yep, and I'm so glad you are."