It started in slow motion. Did I just feel? Was that? Nah. Oh yes. Here it comes. Plump, jolly flakes straight out of Central Casting floating from the colorless sky. We were at our farm day but there was plenty of time out there and back home for snow frolicking, catching flakes on tongues, making snowballs, vertically challenged snowmen and the like.
I am not a fan of snow, or cold, or ice, or winter. It's the burden of being a grown up who has experienced prolonged periods in the tropics. There is no charm or nostalgia. There is only wet and slippery and traffic jams and icy docks and a car to clean off when we are already late getting out the door. But once again my little teachers show me how to brush all that aside and just take it for what it is in its purest form right now. Magic.
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(Thanks to all of your kind comments from my last post and those of you who reached out and sent such heartfelt emails - many of which I am still working on returning. Stay tuned for a fun giveaway later this week!)
