As you can see, December around here has started appropriately enough with a cold, snowy day. And if you drove past our house this morning during a short few minutes period, you might have seen a grown woman standing in the yard, mouth open to sky . . . eating snow. What is it about the first few snows of the season that inspires child-like wonder? I cannot help but stop, breathe, and be amazed by the uniqueness of each snowflake as it falls on the ground, my coat, or the animals. Feeling like cold fluffy pin feathers on cheeks and eyelashes. Forgetting for just a couple of seconds that the snow will make the roads slick and the chores more difficult this evening.
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