The snow came down with authority last night. (It asserted that Spring is not yet here. I, Winter am King!)

Dance of Spring is Friday (We will wear our scarves instead of waving them.)

The snow is over. (Can you dig it?)

No more snow. (Shovel it!)

Snow day for me.(Ironic that I’m feeling nasty.)

Thankful for the bed and books and emptiness of the day to restore my body. Tea and toast. Broth and jello.

Memories of snow days past when the house would be filled with homemade soup and the smell of baking bread.Fun and games that filled the daylight hours. Every house had a snowman. Cardboard for sledding if the snow was right. Skating if the ice was thick. Snow days are days of memories.