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A Snow Globe World

When you live in a world that looks like a snow globe 5 months of the year, it's almost inconceivable to think that there are people living in places who have never seen the white stuff.



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People who have never felt the delicious tickle of the first snowflake on their tongue, or been the first to lay in an untouched blanket of white to make a snow angel...



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Or felt the burning rash of snowy cold on soft childhood wrists when you lost a strung mitten from your hand, the too short string still travelling up your sleeve around the back of your neck, and down the opposite arm to the frozen fingers doing little to keep the mitt on.


You Spin Me Right Round Baby


Those who were never sent outside as a child so tightly wrapped with bundled layers of hand me down jackets, gloves, toque, and multicoloured scarfs twirled around your neck that you could no longer bend your arms or do much more than waddle slowly towards the door..only to be told to go outside and play.



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Just as your Mom finished putting on the last itchy woollen layer of tightly twisted scarf...one of you would acquire an urgent need to use the bathroom...which made her spin the sibling like a top in order to unwrap their body in time to avert an accident.  

While unfortunately, the rest of you were left standing in the doorway sweltering in your woollen layers unable to open the door because of the socks she'd slid over your only pair of mittens to protect your hands from the cold.


Land Of Woolen Socks

Now we live in a snowier climate, with a winter that lasts longer, and is much colder than anything my childhood self could have imagined...my adult self delights in the sparkle of ice crystals and untouched fields of snow, white capped mountains, and snow bearded trees. With winter hikes, and crisp cold days that last well into March. And warm woollen socks...



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Although the long lasting snow may make my gardeners heart cringe in Februrary there is still a deep and abiding love for winter inside of my heart.

Jen @ RURAL magazine

If you'd like to see more snow scenes and read about others love for winter check out the latest issue of RURAL magazine. There's a link in our profile header to the free digital issue, or order a print copy as a keepsake.










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