Sunday, February 3, 2008
My Kinda Dog
Tucker LOVES the snow -- or did you guess that? Seeing him like this reminded me of my own childhood.
Snow suits were cumbersome, but necessary for kids like me who liked to get down into and under the snow. Cheeks would be red and numb, and mittens caked with snow. We didn't worry about numb toes in boots filled with melting snow, but Mom did. She'd entice us back indoors with hot chocolate made from scratch. I can remember the smell of cocoa and wet woolen mittens draped over a radiator. Scent memory: another of life's homey gifts.