Woke up Sunday morning to falling snow. It is always so pretty in Mill Creek with the variety of trees covered in snow. Went out on the porch to smell the fresh crisp cold air. I am always amazed at the silence the snow brings.

I am guessing there was an accumulation of about 4-5 inches at this point, and it was the really good packable stuff for snow-men, snow-women and snow-ball fights.

Later in the day, kids of all ages drove & walked to some of the better known hills on the golf course, i.e. holes #14 & #15, to slip and slide. The drawback? The walk back up the hill to do it all over again. Cars lined Village Green Drive at an access point to the slopes, er. . . I mean, golf course.

A festive atmosphere prevailed with colorful coats, hats, sleds popping out against the white. Parents stood with coffee mugs watching the fun; some joined in on the sleds & saucers. Children laughed & squealed. Heard one story, I did not witness myself, that a “Grandma” riding with the grandchild took a “jump” they did not see coming, caught some big air and flipped over to the delight of, I am guessing “almost” everyone. Do tell.