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It’s hard to imagine a land – a life – where seasons fall as they should.

Here, Christmas Day smelled like pennies and the ground was mush.
We sloshed up to Granna’s house through gravel and clay. If the kids had been old enough, they’d have asked why Santa wasn’t stuck on the hillside.

Now, the new year has come, and suddenly everyone’s ready for summer. One day the cold is biting, the next you’re digging for flipflops and begging for a ceiling fan when the sun comes up. People breeze past smelling of tanning beds and fresh pedicures.

It’s January.

It’s insanity.

Every year about this time, I want to move away. Then, give me a couple of months, and I’ll never want to leave.


About emylibef

I'm a wife, a mother, and many other things. I have blogged my life for over six years now, and this blog is the culmination of several blogs. In other words, I'm trying to get it all together. Bear with me.


3 thoughts on “Weatherman

  1. Em, This is Sandee at the Winners Circle, and I spent time tonight reading a few of your well chosen words. I think they are great!! You REALLY do have a gift, and I believe that someday someone will be paying you for your books!! I usually don’t comment, but I really enjoy the way you see life, and know how to put it on paper and make others see it also.

    Posted by Sandee | January 2, 2007, 11:03 pm
  2. ha – I know exactly what you are talking about

    Posted by Addie | January 3, 2007, 12:11 pm
  3. Excellent writing. Absolutely excellent.

    Posted by Buffy | January 3, 2007, 1:15 pm

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