"Every branch big with it,
Bent every twig with it;"
(Thomas Hardy's Snow in the Suburbs).
Of course this is every mother's nightmare; sodden snow pants, gloves, hats and neck warmers, boots strewn everywhere, mismatched mittens and gloves and puddles of slushy snow in various stages of melting around the house accompanied by endless requests for "more hot chocolate please". The chaos inside is the price we pay for beauty outside The children are fully in charge of praying for the Tuesday night/Wednesday storm. Their prayers will go straight up to heaven.
"10 inches please along Riverside Drive and make it beautiful!" - I'll take it
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