It snowed today. The children had a blast playing in it. I loved watching it fall from the warmth of my kitchen. Snow falling has an almost remniscent feel to it; like I should remember something from it. Maybe it's because it falls silently and rests gracefully. It was pretty to watch. I went outside to play in it and remembered that it is cold (COLD) and wet. Then I went back inside to watch it fall from the warmth of my couch.
Winter reminds me of Robert Frost. He wrote poems from all seasons (as we are studying him right now), but I like him best in the winter. This poem is called "A Patch of Old Snow":
"There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten-If I ever read it."
I'm enjoying my lazy Saturday at home. I hope you enjoy yours.