As a small child I enjoyed the cozy warmth of our quilts & wool blankets to snuggle in bed with. Usually my cat, Suzy, was nestled in with me. Each morning during the winter I would wake up just praying it had snowed (altho we didn't get much snow in WA ST). Peeking out the ice covered windows that Jack Frost had painted during the night, huge icicles would be dangling down from the roof, as I peered thru them in search of that blissful blanket of snow. More often than not, it was always disappointment. Sometimes we kids would lie there looking at the designs of the frost, creating stories for ourselves. Or, we would scrape our fingernails over the ice frozen window to create our own designs in the ice. Occasionally the icicles were several feet long so we kids would go out & knock them down to suck on ... OR ... we'd pretend the icicles were 'swords', just fun silly kid play.
The most beautiful thing was peering outside to the wonderful magical crystal winterland that decorated the bowing evergreens, draped the bing cherries & caressed the florals. I would be lost in another world of imagination ... what an exquisite sight to behold!
Imaginations were alive & vivid ... so little it took to make us happy or enjoy each day. We continued our wishes for snow, with each day we would pray ...
(Picture credit ~ by Pudelek)
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