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cherokeepatti · 61-69, F
Yes I do love it. It brings me back to my childhood in northwestern Missouri. It wasn’t so good for my uncle when we got over 2 feet of snow that didn’t melt for a while. He had to wade snow to go take care of the livestock and milk the cows twice a day and ended up with pneumonia. One of my favorite memories of that time was when a friend who lived about a mile and a half away came to our farm on a horse-drawn sleigh and gave us a ride around the pasture on Christmas Eve. I think he was gifting farm families with that sleigh ride since everyone else was snowed it. The snow plough got stuck on the blacktop trying to clear the snow.
