We're supposed to get our first snow of the year this weekend. It's late this year. But, the cold was late leaving last year. Ski lodges in the mountains stayed open even after school kids were out for summer. An impromptu excursion into the passes last July found us on a hill that was soggy with melting snow. Big piles of it sat incongruous in the sun and overgrown weeds. I've never loved snow the way some people do. I don't like the way it silently piles up outside your window so that you wake up to find yourself essentially trapped by it. But I guess I like a day off as much as the next person.