Nothing is more beautiful than fresh fallen snow. It's a quiet white...to borrow a phrase from the book "What Is A Color?". I really love it, love it, love it! Of course, I don't like to be out in it for prolonged periods of time anymore, don't particularly care to shovel it...or to drive in it. But it is beautiful isn't it?
Our youngest granddaughter, Esmé, obviously enjoys it..."Queen" of the hill!!!
For grandson Noah, every "snow day" should be spent sledding and playing in the snow!!!
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