We Iowans have all been bragging about the magnificent autumn around here. Yeah, yeah. But while few will succumb to the admission, there's something magical about the first real snow of the season. Right? Right! My daughter and I took pleasure standing on our deck to stare at the infinite flakes as they bombarded our countenances.
And then guess what happened? After we came in, my daughter began to clean up the kitchen. Without me asking her. That's true joy.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Cleaning up," she replied.
"Why?" I asked.
She mumbled something about vacuuming. I'm still a little unclear on her sudden ambition. Whether it be the season, a sudden repulsion to filth, or even a little guilt working on her, it doesn't matter. I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe, just maybe there's a little magic in those snowflakes. If so, I'd say keep 'em coming.
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