“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found.” – J.B. Priestly –

The snow covers the yard, the trees, and the last of summer’s flowers. Like a stubborn child the leaves on the rose bush remain green as if the flower is not yet ready to give up on warm weather, even as its branches are snow laden and its buds frozen. I have been amazed at the flower’s incredible fortitude and determination.  It inspires me.

When I was a child I loved that first fall of snow that called to me to come and play. Now I try to be like the rose and soldier on through the weather. Snow seems to find purchase everywhere. Its cold fingers touch my nose, my cheeks, and cause my eyes to blink repeatedly. Yes, this winter wonderland is enchanting, I try to appreciate it even as I stomp through the drifts and endeavor to keep warm.


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