when the snow comes a tumblin’ down
and the sun is red
like a pumpkin head
i dream about it all year long…
yes, it’s official.
i am a nutball.
i LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the snow.
love!
and you know one of the very coolest things about teaching second graders? i am not a weirdo.
they love it as much as i do.
my elementary school music teacher, the late Mrs. Rosemary Martis taught us so many songs that stuck with me all these years. she was really one amazing lady. she taught us what she loved- show tunes. and i still remember the lyrics to every single one of them.
and i have no proof, but in my heart i truly believe she, too, loved the snow.
I’m with ua, i love the snow. altho last tuesday i was stuck in front of my house for 1 1/2 hours. that was not fun. not yesterday, last tuesday.
If snow here was pretty I might not hate it so. But it’s full of filth and homeless people and I hate it. Christmas in Chicago = the grossness.
oh, nan, it is soo pretty here. the trees are so gorgeous they left me speechless.
Isn’t it funning how all of those songs we learned in school stick with us but if I pop in at the grocery to get 4 things I will always forget one? A mind is a terrible thing.
Snow can look beautiful, but I’m glad I live in a warmer climate (for now). Some of my most vivid memories of snow are of shoveling off the end of driveway before I went to bed in Cleveland Ohio so my dad would be able to get in when he returned from work.
I’m looking forward to seeing pretty Channahon snow. I have to try and remember Teno’s snowsuit, he might want to run around out there. As for our house- the snow has AIDS, I’m sure of it.