When I was a child the clank of the snow plow going by early in the morning meant no school...chocolate chip cookies, soggy mittens, and a long game of Monolopoly!
Early this morning I heard the familiar clank, jumping out of bed, I opened my curtains to find a winter wonderland. What a welcome sight after all of that rain!
The lights on the plow were blinking...clanging along, and I could only imagine all the children on the street were jumping out of bed wishing for the snow day as well.
It is just a delay, but enough time for a second cup of coffee, answer emails, and enjoy the feeling of going "late" to school.
Don't we just love snow plows?
Lou Ann Homan is a writer, teacher, and storyteller who
lives in Angola, Indiana. She is available for writing seminars, storytelling, and speaking engagements. She can be contacted at locketoftime@aol.com. You can read more at www.louannhoman.com
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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