Yes, this is what I remember about growing up in New England....
MUDDY MOUNTAINS OF SNOW. I remember it taking till at least the middle of April for the snow to finally melt and I would wait with eager expectation to see what treasures I would find underneath from last fall, because it seemed, as a child of course, that from Dec 1st, or maybe earlier, till April there was
always snow on the ground, so whatever you may have accidentally left hanging around in your backyard when the first snowfall came--you
wouldn't be able to find till April. Now, as an adult and parent, all I see is a big pile of nasty snow, but back then it was a mountain of mystery.
Yes, this is what I remember about growing up in New England....MUDDY MOUNTAINS OF SNOW. I remember it taking till at least the middle of April for the snow to finally melt and I would wait with eager expectation to see what treasures I would find underneath from last fall, because it seemed, as a child of course, that from Dec 1st, or maybe earlier, till April there was always snow on the ground, so whatever you may have accidentally left hanging around in your backyard when the first snowfall came--you wouldn't be able to find till April. Now, as an adult and parent, all I see is a big pile of nasty snow, but back then it was a mountain of mystery.
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