Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
from "The Snow-Storm," Ralph Waldo Emerson
This week I am thankful that we had a white Christmas in North Texas. I do not like the cold, but if it must be cold, I love when it is productive like this. Most of my life growing up in North Texas the times it snowed, or even produced freezing rain and ice, could probably be counted on one hand. However, SC has experienced snow at some point in North Texas every year since her birth except last year, and she loves it. She seems to be immune to the chill that playing in the snow brings about because she wanted to stay outside all day Christmas Day!
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