Sep 22

September Snow

Yes, we awoke early in the morning yesterday and today to find a thin sheet of fresh fallen snow that resembled my tablecloth after I’ve covered it in flour to roll out our sugar cookie dough on.

The trees were powdered with white on each branch like the tops of Frosted Mini Wheats, and fat flakes fell down one on top of the other turning the whole world into a winter wonderland.

But September, you say? The last day of summer and it snows? That’s just not right.

Maybe not.

Yes, it’s too early for most people, too cold, and since we live at 10,000 feet and have snow on the ground from November to June, you’d think we’d be used to it.

But like a big kid, my heart still skips a beat when I peer out the window at the first sign of snow.

I’m not used to it and I hope above all else…that I never will be.

That when I’m ninety-nine years old, I’ll still smile at the sight of the white flakes falling gently from the sky like lazy pieces of confetti, and that my heart will still skip a beat at the wonder of it.

So I scoop up a handful and bring it to my mouth cause though January snowflakes are delicious, I’m now convinced that September snowflakes are magic.

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