I wake up this morning and what do I see? Snow. It is snowing. In March. When I moved here, they said it doesn't snow. And if it does, it is not much. I think they were not completely honest with me.

Maybe if I had lived here my whole life, I wouldn't know what I was missing. I have been here so long I was starting to forget. But my mom, my wonderful lovely mother, sent me a little care package (thanks mom--you are the best!!) and in it was some lip balm. Not some crappy blistex, but Hawiian Tropic lip balm. As soon as I opened it, the smell took me back to the days of my youth, on the beach, sand, warm weather. I was happy in that memory. Then the reality of snow took me from my happy place and reminded me not to put my wool sweaters away quite yet.

As beautiful as the cherry blossoms are, I think I will take the beach.