Winter Morning Poem

Winter is the king of showmen,

Turning tree stumps into snow men

And houses into birthday cakes

And spreading sugar over lakes.

Smooth and clean and frosty white,

The world looks good enough to bite.

That's the season to be young,

Catching snowflakes on your tongue!

Snow is snowy when it's snowing.

I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going.

Ogden Nash (1902-1971)

Snowshoes Jinx?

Back in September, I started to think about getting out in the snow more often. So, I purchased a pair of snowshoes and anxiously waited for winter to arrive.

And I waited. And I waited some more. By the end of January, I was convinced that my new snowshoes were the reason behind the snow drought in Chicago.

Luckily, February proved me wrong. The snow arrived and I finally had my chance to try them out.

On February 2^nd, I drove to nearby Springbrook Forest Preserve with my camera and my snowshoes. I discovered two things. The first was that snowshoes allowed me to get into areas that normally would have been off limits due to deep snow.

I also discovered a lot of muscles I had forgotten about since medical school. I was so sore the next day that I forgot to download my photos to my computer.

Last week I discovered them and found this shot. It brought back the joy of a walk in the woods after a beautiful snowfall.

Thanks for looking,

Chuck

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