

by Carol Abbott ©
| I'm not too fond of snow, but I must admit that some of the most beautiful scenes I have ever witnessed were covered in that fluffy white stuff. Several years ago, in April, my husband and I were driving back to Missouri from Phoenix. as we approached the mountains in Colorado, they were glowing in a wondrously deep blanket of white. Now, I have admired the beautiful Colorado Rocky Mountains many times over the years, from the very first time that I saw them when I was about ten years old, but I had never seen them at the end of a great, snowy winter. They were magnificent. A couple of years ago, Kansas City had an especially picturesque snowfall in mid-December. The snow clung to all surfaces and especially to the branches of evergreen bushes and trees. Driving through the neighborhood after dark was a treat for the eyes. The outside Christmas lights, which are always abundant in our suburban neighborhood, glowed through the snow covered bushes, tinting the snow in shades of blue, red, green and yellow. |
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The very best snows, though, were experienced in my childhood. Waking up to heavy
snow was like winning the lottery, 'cause it meant a day when the schools would be closed.
We would bundle up really good and carry the sled down from the attic and
"head out to the slopes". All the other kids would show up at about
the same time, like we'd planned this in advance. We were really lucky to live on a
dead-end street, without much traffic. It was just hilly enough to make a really
cool train of sledders. We'd play until we felt like popcicles, with our toes and
fingers almost numb, then go in the house to stand over the floor furnace and thaw out
while Mama made us cocoa.
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