I'm a California boy! Born and bred within sight of the Golden Gate and the Farallon Isles. When it's below 50 degrees, it is cold here. My parents have told me about this white stuff from the sky... They say it falls when it is really cold. They say they had it up to here when they lived in Vermont. They say they miss the serenity and beauty of it when freshly fallen... they call it snow! |
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I love the way trees look in the snow. My Mommy carries me in a pack on her back; together we study the trees in winter in the Valley! I think trees are wonderful, and so interesting. My parents took me to Muir Woods, where I met a redwood tree. I am friends with the venerable elm tree in front of our house in Berkeley. And now I can get to know these trees in the snow. |
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