Snow Much Fun   

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ometimes, I don’t know why I live in the Midwest. I mean, yeah — there’s the nice, out-of-town atmosphere, the slower pace, a whole lot less traffic than I’d have to deal with in other locales. But there’s also winter.

“The leaves are turning colors!” my child shouts with joy.

I smile because I also love autumn golds and reds. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Yeah, because soon all the leaves are going to die and turn brown and fall off the trees and then it’ll be WINTER!”