Tales from the Cabin

Last Snow

By Michele Price
Published: 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 come.
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