Cold

It is cold. The folks in the true upper Midwest who have been clasped in the arms of frozen winter for weeks and weeks are probably rolling their collective eyes. Still for me, untried this year and battle soft, it is cold!

Fall Snow

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So indulgent, those first few hours as the new snow lays upon the branches and coats a world white.

I had a friend whose mother would make special ‘snow flake’ cookies on the day of the first snow.

We waited with baited breath for leaden skies to give forth their offerings.

Finally, so innocently joyous as our lips dusted with powdered sugar tasted newly made winter.

Summer is Coming

One forgets the chill of an Ohio winter on a day like today.
Stepping out of the air conditioning , the sun blazing on the sidewalks, the humidity boiling in the atmosphere.
Lungs can barley suck in the blanketed oppression and sweat accumulates as we sigh with torpidity.
Oh, if only it could all be bottled and let loose in the midst of January.
The house would be heated for a week.

Is this the swelter before the storm?
I wonder?