Southern Snow
March 3, 2009|Comments (28)
Imagine our wonder and surprise when we awoke to a snow-covered yard in west-central Georgia. Our children, who had never seen snow, stared open-mouthed through the windows and then shouting questions rapid-fire like caffeined-up prosecuting attorneys. “Is it wet? Cold? Soft? What will we wear? Can we touch it? What’s it made of? Is that God’s dandruff?” Okay, so I fibbed about that last one. No one asked if the snow was God’s dandruff. Read more
