Why I Like Snow

This is the last of the Secret Pal questionnaire things for my group. I don't know why I keep entering these things (contests) because I never win. The Publisher's Clearance House sweepstakes in 1999? A bust. The $360 million Powerball jackpot with which I was going to buy a French chateau and escape a second Bush & Co. term in November 2004? Some group of waitresses won. (Or something; the point was, they weren't me.) But, hope springs eternal (she says in her elitist way).

So, some of the reasons I like snow:

It makes the world around you seem magical.

It muffles everything, and, if you're lucky, you get to experience *hushhhhhhh*.

It covers the leaf mulch pile, the sleeping garden, and other garden messes.

It uncovers the pathways of the animals in your world: The birds under the birdfeeder, the cat's path along his territory, the squirrel's nut meanders.

But most of all, it *sparkles*.