I love, love smow. I love being smowed in sitting in front of a roaring fire in the fire place while stew simmers gently over the coals. I love watching the horses frolic in the smow and I love watching the kids sled and make smow people. A couple days later I can't wait for the smow to be gone, it's a PITA to feed the horses and other farm animals, hauling buckets of water while slipping on ice because I forgot to pick up the hose and it's buried under a foot of snow and ice on the north side of the barn. The horses frolicking makes for lots of mud when it finally does start melting and there's mud everywhere you have to walk every day to feed your animals. Before I got a tractor with a bucket, I had to push a wheel barrel through the smow to dump what is cleaned from the stalls and that isn't easy in a foot of smow. But I won't stop wishing for smow for one minute, it is magical even if only for a short while.