The snow began slowly this morning. Unlike the weather people, I thought that this would be a big nothing. Now it is evening and I declare this to be a real snow. We have enough food for the next several days. I spent the day taking care of household chores and also working on Tim's atara. The air conditioner that is at my left shoulder now is nicely capped in snow. Stay warm. it's good weather to drink hot cocoa. My father had a bad back. Growing up, snow shoveling fell to my my mother, my sisters and me. After we had cleared the snow off of the back steps, the car, the driveway, the side walk, the front walk and front steps we would comeback into the house. My father would have a pitcher of cocoa waiting for us. This wasn't an envelope of Swiss Miss but Drostes Cocoa simmered on the stovetop with milk, sugar and vanilla. The cocoa was always served in this hand thrown Italian ceramic pitcher. I can't look at this pitcher and not remember the feeling of filling my co...
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