Last year I visited Iowa in late December. I hadn't seen snow in 2 years, since I'd moved to the Bay Area. While most Midwesterners I know complain about the winter months and the hassles of dealing with the weather inherent, I miss it. However, during my visit that year, it barely reached freezing and instead of snow I got rain. I can't adequately express how disappointed I was. I made my way back to Iowa this winter, fingers crossed that the December snow would hold out until I arrived in early January. I eagerly anticipated snow angels, sledding, snowball fights and that smell of sweet snowy winter air hovering over icy laced fields in the open sky. It was my heart's only wish. And this year, my wish came true. The joy I felt cannot be illustrated in the photos below, but they will serve as a reminder of the blissful moments I spent among that white, winter treasure.
