I’m getting a lot of teasing from my friends up north about my enthusiasm over the snowfall we’ve had recently. For those of us in the south, when snow falls, we slow down and stare. We take it all in, we breathe deeply and we stand in awe. I’ve taken over 100 photos of the snow. Yes, I’m savoring these precious days that are a dime a dozen the further north you roam. You see, we don’t get to enjoy winter in full bloom too often.
These photos reminded me of a poem. One of my favorite poems, actually. The writer, Robert Frost, lived in New England where they see snow by the truck loads, or so I’m told. Yet, he appreciated its beauty. He took the time to write about it. He says what I feel. Here it is, in case you might have forgotten. 🙂