Good Morning, Snow!

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Good morning, snow! We didn’t expect you yet, and neither did the trees – they’re still clad in garments of green leaves.

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We may have slept long, kept in grey dimness far longer than usual, but then we all rushed out to greet you.

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Some of us were so eager to see you that we didn’t stop to change out of pyjamas. Mama’s boots and Mama’s parka did the trick. It is mild, after all. Mild enough, snow, that you stick together. A rare treat for us since you usually squeak and crumble in the cold, cold, dry air of our winter days.

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Your surprise arrival meant it was a good time to have a snowball fight with Papa last evening. It meant it is a good morning to be a boy who likes to throw and a dog who likes to snatch snowballs from the air.

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In autumn you’re always a trickster, snow, full of jokes and surprises. And we can laugh at you and tumble about with red-cheeked happiness, telling stories of the time Mama finally convinced her feminist parents to let her be a princess for Halloween and there was a terrible blizzard and all you could see of her was her snow-suit and her toque and scarf and the blue eye-shadow she was wearing, or the time Papa visited Canada for his first winter and a plastic bag broke as he was walking over a frozen lake carrying groceries to a cabin.

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Good morning, snow!  Good morning, world!

Good morning to moments taken as they come!

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