Good old weather

When I was a child,
playing in puddles was safe;
snow was delicious.

 

Selective memory is a wonderful thing. Now that I live in the desert, I don’t have to experience the inconveniences of snow, and rain is a welcome event. Without unpleasant reminders, I can edit my childhood weather to rosy memories of the times my father made ice cream from snow and served it on an icicle. Ah, the thrill of winter without the chill!

Via# RonovanWrites

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