I woke up this morning to a backyard full of snow. I have always been a sucker for the first snowfall. It brings back fond memories of building snow forts, sledding on the hill near my house and laughing at my dog's tentative first steps in the mysterious cold fluffy substance covering the backyard. For me the first snow brings new adventures and a sense of wonderment. Of course the feeling lasted all of five minutes, before being replaced by the adult realities of cleaning the car off and slushing through traffic, but it was a nice feeling while it lasted.