February 1, 2007
|It’s the last snow of winter. Big, juicy, snowcone flakes are
falling so fast I can’t see the trees a hundred yards from the cabin
window. I call the children to watch.|
But my two teenage boys
are tired of winter and itching for spring’s grassy smells and soft
warmth. I, on the other hand, am entranced. I watch the shower – that’s
really what it is – and enjoy the quiet.
But how do I know if
it’s really the last snow of the season? There might still be more to
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