lightly dusts branches and leaves-
Frees youth from worn hearts.
I feel like a kid again. Trust me, at 40, there’s not much that makes me forget my slower step or aging skin, but waking up to a dusting of fresh snow does just that. This is the first winter in twenty-five years where I have a real chance to wake up to snow. Watching my sons’ excitement and anticipation for more snow makes it even more fun for me.
My husband, a life-long resident of Phoenix, has never experienced a real winter. The excitement affects him, too. He’s been at the window as much as the kids!
I have a feeling snow would cease to be magical when the fallen amount is measured in feet rather than inches. This is why we still live in Arizona 🙂
I’ll leave you with a photo of our Arizona Snowman, made of twisted wires and lights. He gathered some snow, but as far as I can tell, he didn’t come to life. Now that would’ve been a fun blog post!