In response to WordPress’s Daily Prompt, “Bookworms.”
Snow, snow. All of us in the Northeastern United States know your presence. When you first come, you are so beautiful. Your first hours of birth are usually very quiet – no traffic can be heard from outside. It’s a beautiful sound, the quiet. Sometimes children’s laughter can be heard as they play in it; or dogs can be heard barking as they joyfully pretend the snow is a impish friend. The trees and their branches are decorated with your gentle flakes, looking as if they belong in a glittery wonderland. It’s just too bad that when you’re all done falling, the snow plows come, the driveways and sidewalks are shoveled, dogs are walked, and cars emerge once again, bringing grime to your perfect whiteness.
Such a pretty photo! I grew up in Michigan, and I loved to see our dogs in the snow. I live in Arizona now…not much snow around here 🙂
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Last year we had way too much snow! Not so bad this year.
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Yes, the first snow is so exciting and then we do get tired of it. I must admit that I do enjoy living with four seasons.
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As I get older I prefer the warmer weather. I still go out running in the bitter cold, but I enjoy warmth! 🙂
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the snow is falling as we speak!
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I love your photogragh. Snow pictures are awesome! I couldn’t really handle living in it though!
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It’s okay at first, but it gets tiresome after a while! 🙂
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Boy isn’t THAT the truth! Parking lots FULL of ugly gray sludge. That’s when I get in a hurry for spring. You have a lovely writing voice.
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