Snowflakes like saucers
my shovel scrapping along
deeper and deeper
smell the gingerbread
Grandma always made for us,
steeping in hot cocoa
MAPLE SYRUP, sugarhouse, a snowstorm...
THIS HAS BEEN A COLD AND SNOWY WINTER, MUCH LIKE THOSE I REMEMBER FROM CHILDHOOD. ANOTHER CHILDHOOD MEMORY WAS THE SUNDAY DRIVE TO BUY MAP...
