It wasn’t much. Only a light, gentle snowfall graced our landscape last evening, but it was enough to admire, appreciate, and take it all in. This was probably one of the last snowfalls that the Twin Cities will receive, and one of the last that Rick and I will see here in Minnesota, as we prepare to retire and move to a warmer climate (more on that later).
It’s been an unusual, atypical winter. Our snow shovels have been rather lonely in the garage, used only a few times, and for only minor snowfalls. We’re grateful for a mild winter, but we’re also grateful for the beauty of yesterday’s white covering.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
By Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)