Let It Snow (Part 2)

Now I have my own house - my own place.  In Portland, Oregon, so we're not talking a heavy snow area.  We end up having to close the schools if there is more than a sprinkling of snow, but fortunately, that happens about as often as the Trailblazers win a pennant, so...

The first snowfall after we bought the place, though - that was sublime.  You see, there were a number of factors that convinced us to buy the place, but two of the big ones were the back yard landscaping, and the hot tub.  The tub is right off the back porch, in the middle of this:

Picture that, covered in snow, with flakes gently falling, and you in a hot tub, up to your shoulders in 102 degree water and a flake landing on your nose. 

Right at that moment, the whole mortgage thing seemed totally worth it.  And then Moose came along, worried that the demon plastic duck that inhabited the hot tub was threatening his mama, and ruined the moment.  But I did have a brief moment of zen.