I walked in the snow with the pup at my side.
Running my hand across the gate impulsively,
I licked the snow on my knitted mitten–
surprised to recognize the distinctive
yarny taste of winter.
Taste of Winter
I walked in the snow with the pup at my side.
Running my hand across the gate impulsively,
I licked the snow on my knitted mitten–
surprised to recognize the distinctive
yarny taste of winter.
spanishwoods 
🙂 i like winter
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Winter can be so beautiful.
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i remember my aunt in winter .,
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distinctive yarny taste of winter -love this!
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Thank you!
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That same line sticks with me, also 🙂
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Definitely need to once see a lovely fluffy snowny winter
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Snowy winters are so beautiful. Long…….but beautiful.
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It’s one of the things I want to experience..:-)
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just don’t taste the gate, ; )
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Right!
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Did it taste like blue yarn or red yarn?
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Lovely amber hues and creams. Although I do seem to remember the red ones fondly.
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LOL! Great answer!!
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Evokes a childhood memory for me. Thank you.
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And that is why I even wrote about it. I hadn’t done that in MANY years and I don’t know why I did it that day. Made me feel about 7. I loved it.
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as soon as I read “the yarny taste of winter” I said yes! I know it well! Excellent!
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Funny, the things we remember…
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“yarny taste of winter” – love it!
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Thank you.
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