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I love the snow. I was raised most of my life in the beautiful mountains of Flagstaff where there is usually snow in the winter. I LOVE snow!!! There is nothing cozier to me than sipping a nice cup of hot chocolate or hot apple cider while looking out my window with gigantic flakes gently floating to the ground, or even a hard blinding blizzard (providing we're stocked up in the cupboards and everyone is safely home). Some of my fondest memories happened in the snow. Like the time when I was seven and my mom and I waded through waste-high snow to catch a wounded sparrow. It healed because we prayed for it and flew out the window one day. It came back in the spring, flew right into our house and back out again as if to say thank you. I remember spending hours having so many adventures with my collies we had. I come from very dramatic genes. Sometimes I was a Jewish girl escaping a concentration camp in Russia. I was an either a Blackfoot or Sioux Indian moving my tribe's teepee’s before the next storm that was on the horizon came. I was an Eskimo gone to find a fishing hole or a palomino mare pulling a beautiful sleigh.... hold on. I need to go inside and find some jingle bells. I was a doe making figure-eights on the way - No wait! I was a ballerina.... ok sometimes I was just me with my Collies.... playing in the snow. Of course there were also snow forts, snowmen and ladies and whatever else I could think of, and snowball fights which I never really did enjoy because the snow would always get stuck in my glasses and I had to clean them out in order to see where to throw my next snowball... and just when they were clear and I put them back on... WHAM! Gotta clean them again.
I remember one day it started snowing while I was alone in the car waiting for what seemed an eternity for my mom to come out of the store. To my surprise, as I looked closely at my coat sleeve, I saw the most beautiful shapes, the kind that you cut out of paper. They were so perfectly formed; an artist herself could not have depicted their beauty! And each one really IS different from the other - just like they say!
One of my greatest anticipated Christmas wishes each year is.... can you guess? Of course! Snow! Well, it snowed up there in Flagstaff once again - before Christmas. I was hoping it would stay for us, and it did. My children and I had a joyous time stomping through the hard tops and swishing through the powdery soft snow underneath. When you're walking on top of snow that's been hardened on top, you never know when suddenly your foot will crash through and pull up a bootless foot.
There's no taste quite like it. Have you ever drizzled maple syrup and eat it with a spoon?
They were freezing, but there was no way they were going back inside
It was a little too powdery for snowmen, but the top crust made great snowballs!
Meanwhile, just inside where it's nice and toasty warm, Lydia was playing Canon in D on the beautiful Baby Grand piano in the community diningroom.
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