It was a beautiful, cold day. I fell only twice! First over a tree branch...yes I said branch, and the second I just lost my footing and tossed myself down the hill. My wet pants show where the wet snow and I met up. Obviously I need to invest in some nice snow pants next!
Afterwards I asked my husband how is it that I always end up in such a mess? His response was quite to the point, "only when your outside, babe."
"But I do wonder if a down-Easter, sitting on a nylon-and-aluminum chair out on a changelessly green lawn slapping mosquitoes in the evening of a Florida October - I do wonder if the stab of memory doesn't strike him high in the stomach just below the ribs where it hurts. And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning and the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?"
- John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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