Surprise: Another Snow Post!

We spend our time digging ourselves out, waiting for the next storm. the snowplows pile it up higher, higher, higher! I took photos of Teresa in front of and on top of the pile on the corner.

Here is a fun winter poem for you.

"Too Much Snow" by Louis Jenkins

Unlike the Eskimos we only have one word for snow

But we have a lot of modifiers for that word.

There is too much snow,

which, unlike rain, does not immediately run off.

It falls and stays for months.

Someone wished for this snow.

Someone got a deal, five cents on the dollar, and spent the entire family fortune.

It's the simple solution, it covers everything.

We are never satisfied with the arrangement of the snow,

So we spend hours moving the snow

from one place to another.

Too much snow.

I box it up and send it to family and friends.

I send a big box to my cousin in California.

I send a small box to my mother.

She writes, "Don't send so much. I'm all alone now.

I'll never be able to use so much.

To you I send a single snowflake, beautiful, complex, and delicate,

Different from all the others.

Have a wonderful week! Kari