It's March 25. I sit here looking out the window at none other than snow.
Seems appropriate to dig through photos and document the memories of the 2014 Polar Vortex.
Anyone that has lived in Indiana this winter can tell stories to the ages of how "they survived the Polar Vortex of 2014." I can just hear it right now, 25 years from now, telling my grandkids how we had one loaf of bread and 36 inches, I mean 46 inches of snow. Actually by the end of these post, it might be 64 inches! And those temperatures, ohhhhh the freezing temperatures!
But for the record, it all started January 2nd. The first snowflake was followed by millions more. They came so quickly it was accumulating 2 inches on the hour. It was exciting. It was beautiful, then.
Still on Christmas break from school, the kids, Adam and I bundled up and headed to the neighbor's house to play. Snowmans, snowforts, snowballs, and sledding...it was soft, fluffy and perfect for playing. The temperature hadn't dropped, yet. (Put on your parka for part III.)