My cousin who grew up in Florida saw snow for the first time when he was a teenager and came North for my grandfather's funeral. It was January, and there were only a few inches on the ground, which we thought was not very impressive, but he was QUITE impressed. Then it snowed the day we they were leaving, so he got to see some fall, and was very excited. His mom, my Aunt Delle, who moved to Florida to ESCAPE the snow, just couldn't wait to get back to the warmth - and her horses.

To each his or her own, I guess! We hads rain the other day, so don't have much left, but I'm hoping for more soon.