kinder happily samples the first batch of playground snow
it ‘tastes like fancy water.’
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“i leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue.
they tasted so good, so pure and so divine,
like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. ”
the first sled ride of the year with a pile of my kinders.
when it’s too cold
for us to go out
to play with the snow
why not
just bring the snow in
to play with us?
the first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
you go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up
in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
– j.b. priestly
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image credit: national wildlife federation
“And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.”
― Susan Cooper ( children’s author and first woman to edit oxford university’s paper)
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image credit:portlandmaine.com
