I love snow. I can't take credit for this beautiful snow scene picture. Gee, I miss my camera. I hope Santa got my letter I sent him asking for a new one. Snow gives me a happy feeling. I look at this picture and it makes me think of the journey I've been on since October. The road isn't looking as long these days as it use to look. I love the purity in a freshly fallen snow. I love the way it reminds me of coconut.
I love how it reminds me of the time when I was a little girl and making snow angels and my mom making snow cream with snow we collected in a bucket, clean of course. I remember the snow storm in the 60's, living in Chicago and how there was so much snow, the roads were closed and we got to play in the middle of our street. My little brother got his foot stuck in a hole and my sister and I left him there, crying. We eventually went back for him. I remember walking down to our local store to get a loaf of bread and all the shelves were almost empty. The delivery trucks were unable to get through the snow to deliver.
I still love snow.