fresh snow

Big, beautiful chunks of snow are falling on my parents’ house in New Jersey. Briscoe is in heaven. He adores running and jumping on soft, fresh snow.

Rather than enjoying the snow like my puppy, I’m in panic mode. I have to pick my grandmother up from her apartment this afternoon and drive her to the hospital to visit my grandfather, who was admitted the other day for some tests. I have a real phobia when it comes to driving in the snow. Ever since my fender bender in December 2007, I get anxious just thinking about being on the road during winter weather. It’s as debilitating a fear as avoiding air travel if you are afraid to fly.

(However, I do love taking photos of snow!)