Memories are priceless…some are like hot chocolate and cozy socks on a chilly night.  Others, not so much … prickly needles.

This week as I watched videos of the winter storm in the Sierra Nevada memories of a particular winter in Iowa when the wind chill was reported to be 60 below zero visited for a moment or two. They were then replaced with memories of family photos of the winter  in Portola, California when the snow fall was recorded at 9 feet.

Even though January is my birth month, I often experience the winter blues in January as it is usually the longest, coldest, darkest month of the year.  Not so this year in Northeastern Colorado. “Snow,” I ask, “where are those new snow-making memories?”