When I lived in the UK, each winter we would wish for snow. Snow meant it was Christmas time. It meant chocolate box scenes of snow covered trees. It meant snowmen and sledging, red noses and hot chocolate by the fire.
In New England, snow can mean all of that. But, a winter storm? That’s something else altogether. And, when they give it a name you know it’s going to be bad; say hello to Blizzard 2015: Juno!
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