Every Tuesday we go to the library.  Last May, when we first hiked ourselves from Georgia up here to snowy Vermont, this was one of the first places we ventured, it usually is following a big move.  But, this is by far the tiniest library I have ever been inside.  The actual building is large, with a boiler room that feels like it was built for a ship, an old abonded bowling alley (or so we hear, our nerves have kept us from navigating our way through the dark downstairs), a community room and a stage all accompany the tiny library fabricated out of two rooms with an adjoining door.  The building must be hundreds of years old, the design of the windows, the carved doors, it all is so well thought out and beautiful.  The walls are stacked with books, but of course they are limited.  This doesn’t stop their superb librarian from ordering anything you desire.  I mean anything under the sun.  When Lee went to Chile for work they purchased three new books just on our accord.  Just because we asked.

This past Tuesday we read snow themed books for story hour, we were all hoping for another great storm; a good old-fashioned snow day.  Our wishes came true, but in the meantime we read a few good picks, one in which stands out to me as one worth mentioning, Snowflake Bentley.  It is about the first man, who naturally was from Vermont, to photograph snowflakes.  A quick google of his name will bring you to some amazing prints.  Here I will make it easy on you.  It is spectacular.  SNOWFLAKES!!!!  There.  No excuses, start your day out with something truly stunning.

Yesterday when trudging through the forest with my boys, I was wishing I had the patience to do that too.  What surprise and glory it must  brought each time these shapes appeared on his slides.  It must have been truly breathtaking, because even now all these years later, it amazes me.  Is it really true that no two snowflakes are the same?  When I look around at the number of snowflakes in my view alone I think it sounds impossible.  Every handful of snow I pick up I stare at in astonishment.  So much wonder.