You can take the girl out of the mountain but you can't take the mountain out of the girl. As a northern transplant now in sunny, hot, humid, bug infested Florida I'm homesick. The closest we will probably get to that beautiful snowfall is the pictures on TV. We have fall leaves--the leaves fall all over the ground & then you have to rake them up [not much color in brown]. I spent a lot of time in Preston Co., WV & I can just tast & smell those buckwheat cakes [my hubby has been after me to make some more]. I lived in Baltimore, MD but I spent my summers on my grandparents farm near Kingwood. Those were fond memories--up at 5 in the moring to milk the cows & to bed at night with the oil lamp [they had no electricity & no inside plumbing]. Guess whos job it was to carry out the Johnny Pot each morning & take care of It. It was still an enjoyable time! Barb Kelley in FL