AN EXCERPT: Lately, I’m preoccupied with the thought of snow. It has been near sixty degrees the past few days here in Kansas, and what little snow we accumulated in a fleeting New Year’s storm melted weeks ago. It could be any season, save for the bare-limbed trees. The green winter wheat is sprouting up in the fields like a manicured lawn. The native grasses are brown, but then they were brown in August. I recognize that much of the rest of the country would be thrilled to have my sunny, warm weather problems. But I read articles about the blizzards roaring through the upper Midwest and Plains and I’m jealous.
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Sowing Clover: Bucolic Memories of a Snow-Filled Childhood…by Tonya Morton
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