The simple four color watercolor illustrations are just wonderful and made me yearn for the days when we didn't hurry from climate controlled houses to climate controlled cars to shopping malls with trees and fountains, for the days when we were on speaking terms with the weather. Eventually Spring comes and is greeted with as much gladness as the first snowflakes. We're there as the grown-ups contend with the winter snow and the children revel in it. We're there as the townspeople shovel themselves out. This book takes us from those first feathery flakes through a really deep snowfall. The rabbits know it and the kids search the grey sky waiting for the first snowflakes. In this book we rely upon the ache in a woman's big toe and the fact that a farmer says it smells like snow.
It does not have Doppler radar to let me know it's going to snow.
The world depicted in this book does not include the sound of a snow-blower or a snow-mobile. Show More fireplace, hot cocoa and the Postman whose name I knew bringing armloads of Christmas cards.
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