Romancing the SNOW
The first snow I saw, when I was about 10 or so, was a surprise. “Ah-HAH!” I said to myself. “It’s NOT little balls like it looks in those ‘Peanut’ comic strips…”
It’s FLAKES. Lovely, fragile flakes.
For me it causes Snow Envy: I get it when other places get more snow than us.
It’s also made my Bucket List: Before I die, I want to do as they did in “Little House on the Prairie” and take hot maple syrup (ideally, I would tap it from my very own maple tree, but I don’t have one, darn-the-luck) and pour it into clean snow (this part is very important) and make candy.
I love the way it glitters in the moonlight.
I love it when it snows SO much, that I miss the sight of grass because I haven’t seen it for months on end. I secretly wish I could move Iowa up farther north. But here Iowa is, so here I shall stay.
Of course, driving in it…now, there’s another story…
Chapter 19 Cheerleader Tower is up!