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I love the snow.
The big flaky kind that lazily float down and land on your nose like a wet kiss.
Watching snow fall over conifer trees conjures up for me chapters from Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House in the Big Woods” — a childhood favorite of mine read in the heat and humidity of a tropical island. 181 more words
I feared the worst on my commute this morning.
Temperatures had dropped to the low 30s overnight, and with clear skies, I knew that meant icy conditions. 130 more words
As the heavens rumbled and a brave young sun fought to break through stubborn clouds Saturday, a handful of eager shutter bugs gathered on a muddy strip in the shadow of the Purdy Bridge. 339 more words