The last time it snowed in Beaufort, was several years ago on Valentine's Weekend. We all sat together in Maggie's, a local pub, and waited for the first snowflakes to fall. When they did, my family, along with the rest of the neighborhood ran out into the streets to experience the wonder which is Snow in the South. Southerners know how to do Snow. I know what you are thinking. The traffic jams, school cancellations, and closings seem ridiculous to Northerners that deal with this weather all winter long. The same reasons for those closings are the reason it brings such joy. Snow is not a normal occurrence for us. People in the grocery store begin speaking about it a week early, often to complete strangers. People begin buying every loaf of bread and gallon of milk in the store, clearing out the shelves. What they plan to make with these two items, I'm still not sure, but I've seen enough snowy forecasts to know you must have these items on hand. Kids begin dreaming of their plan for the snowmen, most that might only be several inches high. I love snow days. I love the excitement. I love the shared pictures from friends. Most of all I love the time spent together, when snow falls in the South.