Eliza Blue
LITTLE PASTURE ON THE PRAIRIE
Thu, 04/04/2024 - 12:00am
The Saturday evening before Easter Sunday a quiet, gentle snow began to fall. The flakes were fat and heavy. “That’s Minnesota snow,” my husband said, “Lots of moisture.” But it didn’t look like Minnesota snow to me, it looked like Hollywood snow, too big and soft to be real. Certainly not the tiny, gritty sand balls of ice we usually call snowflakes around here. And it was falling straight down, not sideways, another unusual circumstance.
