The last day of February finally brought the first magical snowfall of the season. Beautiful, fluffy snow everywhere. (And then rained on top of the snow. But let’s ignore the rain and focus on the snow.)
My kids got a half day thanks to the heavily falling snow and they spent a happy afternoon building forts, snowmen, throwing snowballs at each other, and drinking Hot Cocoa.
So today may be March 1st, but my mind is still on winter and snow.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The hypnotic quality of the lines “Silent, and soft, and slow/ Descends the snow” when you read this poem aloud gives me the shivers.