Wednesday night brought the first snowfall to my neighborhood. It didn't last long—turned to rain after its initial showy presentation.
As much as I dread the coming months of fierce winds, icy sidewalks, and movement-impeding layers of clothing, the first snow of the season is magical to me. It deserves my reverence . . . celebration. I hope I'll always feel this way.
"When I no longer thrill to the first snow
of the season,
I'll know I'm growing old."
—Lady Bird Johnson
of the season,
I'll know I'm growing old."
—Lady Bird Johnson
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