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


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.