My wife and I live in eastern Washington state. Our state is divided north to south by the mighty and glorious cascade mountains. What that means to us is that all the rain that Seattle Washington is famous for usually stays on the western side of the state. Our side, the east side, is a dry desert caused by the rain shadow effect of the cascade mountains. It makes the area dry and mostly treeless and in the winter it can be very drab and monotone and monotonous. It gets cold here, it just doesn’t always snow. When it does snow our little desert becomes a fairly land of sparkles and snow drifts.
Our granddaughter Molly Dowd wrote a song about the miracle of transformation that happens for us when it snows. Her grandma Mary wrote some verses and then they recorded this delightful little tune for all of us to enjoy. It is Molly and Mary singing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5gI5VRgmA8 white sheet of snow.
Please sit back and relax and remember, or if you have never experienced snow, imagine the transformation miracle of a white sheet of snow over a bland and bleak landscape.
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