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Wishing for Snow

Dear Kay,
Got a newsletter from Whippoorwill Farm Day Camp, where David had a grubby, great time last summer. We learn that Lily the camp dog has adopted a possum for a pet. Those genius hippie types also include this little nugget from Thoreau’s Walden:
“The thin snow now driving from the north and lodging on my coat consists of those beautiful star crystals, not cottonly and chubby spokes, as on the 13th december, but thin and partly transparent crystals. . . . How full of the creative genius is the air in which these are generated! I should hardly admire more if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand. . . . The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. . . . What a world we live in!”
Eggzackly.
Remaining Full of Awe at Nature’s Wacky Ways,
I remain,
Yours in the Unproductive Lifestyle,
Ann

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  1. Wilson came running in yesterday saying, “MOM! It’s snowing buckyballs!”

  2. I too would like snow, preferably from the 21st December (last dash to Town [London] on 20th for fun and frolics) to just after boxing day. Or to be snowed in entirely, all plans scrapped until further notice. Must get some plain flour so we can pie up rabbits. It’s not going to happen ;(