An Impromptu Proving of 1st Snow
It fell on Dec. 6, 2018, St. Nicolas Day. For those of us raised in European homes, every child knows to polish and leave their shoes in plane sight so St. Nicolas can leave some pre-Christmas goodies. So began the season of winter magic. The storm came through our little Brite Valley, rain, then a flurry of soft, fluffy flakes, eventually it was coming to earth heavily enough to create a bit of "whiteout". Gene and I were playing like kids in the cold white that blanketed the ground. Pinky the paint was covered in a layer of snow, Belle just peaked from her stall door. The dogs were mostly amused, except Peppy, it was incredible how soft this snow left their coats. A 2 inch blanket covered everything, it occurred to me to leave a clean, sterilized, half- pint jar and capture some to make a remedy. Water is an incredible carrier of messages. The valley we in live has no paved roads, just private dirt roads. There was no traffic, the snow could come and go as natur
