A snow fall....the most delightful of childhood memories. What I remember is the mood of the moment. Gray skies and wind, and yes, a snow fall...flakes of white, fluttering from the sky. The joy, the thrill and the shout of ' Anna snow wetenawa.' My younger sister and I would run out to the garden and collect fistful of this 'snow'. So much that my mother would make a pillow out of it later.
Yes bits of floating cotton raining down from the sky...always happend late afternoons just before the rains.
A cotton tree burst its pods some where and I never discovered that tree...
What joy it brought what an awesome moment.
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