On Wednesday, we had the perfect snow. It started here at three in the afternoon, much later than the promised noon, and by four, the world was white. We could hear children and adults all over the neighborhood having fun in the snow. Forest Hills Elementary, which we can see from our house, became a ski resort of people sliding down the hills in front of the school. Snow is so rare here it causes great excitement when it finally shows up. I always think about the lovely Robert Frost poem, Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening, anytime we have snow. We had to memorize this in high school, and my best friend and I thought the part about the little horse was hilarious. It has stayed with me almost fifty years, so we must have learned it well. Just in case you have forgotten it: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;...
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