We wanted snow.
It was 50 degrees.
I found some plastic snow flakes and a few snowmen decorations in the attic. Dispersing them through the house I thought it would bring a smile or two.
No one was fooled.
It was plastic snow.
It was snow of white felt.
It was a wooden snowman painted white.
We wanted real snow.
Then, yesterday, we awoke to find...
A dusting at best, but real snow.
It lasted four hours after the sun rose,
but for four hours we basked in the blessing of real snow.