We’re in the middle of a multi-day snowstorm. The snow looks like Hollywood fake snow, like soap flakes shaken out overhead, falling in loose piles. It’s light to walk through, light to shovel, and a sticky, gooey mess on the roads.
There are still leaves on the trees, pumpkins on the steps, and green grass buried under the piles of white, but it’s definitely winter now.
I find myself humming Christmas carols , in our postcard world.
Maureen
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