It was snowing on Mt. Ripinsky when Pearl and I began our walk this morning. By the time we got home a few flurries were flying. At morning tea-time the ground is much whiter. We had a frost yesterday that was hard enough that in spite of the sunshine and blue sky the shady playground leaves remained frosted and frozen until Caroline and I stopped by on our way home from church at noon. “It’s a lot of quiet time,” Caroline said. “Fresh air is what I want.” I warned her not to slip on the decks of all the big and little forts and slides in Tlingit Park. “Winter is close, it’s going to be icy,” I hollered as she took off. “That’s okay Mimi, winter is my favorite season!” Season. That’s a big word for a 31/2 year old. It made me feel almost as happy as the sentiment. Thank goodness this child loves winter. I do too. It makes life in Alaska so much easier when you wake up happy to see snow, you know?
