We had some snow swirls earlier this week, and Mr. D and I reveled in the crisp freshness of it all.
"Mommy," he asked in his serious scientist voice, "is snow attracted to light?"
"No," I said, "but the light helps us see it better."
"Oh," he said, immediately understanding. "It's beautiful."
Yes it is.
Meanwhile, down in MD, my niece Super T is in search of a poem worthy of memorization... I'm putting together a list of suggestions here. (My sister reminds me that this child went to a Waldorf school through 2nd grade, and so can handle fairly substantial chunks of verse.) Got any poems to add?