First Snow

No matter how old I get, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning when I wake up to find it is snowing.

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And just like every kid, I felt sad when it stopped this afternoon.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found.

J. B. Priestley

 

 

4 thoughts on “First Snow

  1. I think we all feel the magic when those first flakes flutter down and a hush falls over the world. Perhaps it is equaled only by the breath-taking vista of snow crystals glittering like diamonds in the sun the next morning. What a beautiful world we have been given. Thank you for the evocative photos, Cackie.

    By the way, we took down your glorious wreaths last night. They are now packed and sleeping, dreaming of another Christmas to come. My son commented that we are so lucky to have them, and, of course, I agreed. We reminisced about the cold, wet day we met you in Tarrytown, and the Santa-like experience and joy of filling the car with the treasures we bought from you and driving the long road home with our booty. These four wreaths are cherished by the entire family, and they will be heirlooms in the future. Just wanted you to know.

    Pam Funk

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    1. Dear Pam,
      I am feeling pretty speechless after reading your incredibly lovely comments. I, too, remember that day – it was so much fun, a whirlwind, and a true delight in meeting you (finally)and your sweet son. I am honored beyond belief that you consider those wreaths such an important part of your Christmases. Especially knowing what a collector you are!

      Thank you for not only making my day, but for bringing me a tremendous uplift of warmth to my heart.

      xo,
      Cackie

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