Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
Balladeer - I'm honored by your visit, and thank you for noticing the beauty I love so well!
Marina - Oh, thank you for loving it too! Yes, a winter can last too long, and make one love the spring sun more than could be believed, but I guess joyous childhood memories sometimes just outweigh the adult miseries.
Poet deVine - funny girl! What planet do you live on, now? Well, that's okay. Thanks for liking the poem anyway.
Martie - that's the thing about childhood - one glorious experience can last a lifetime!
Too bad adults can't have that as easily - they are too seasoned, and one brilliant burst of joy to lace one's memory for years, is a very rare thing by then.
Marge - you tempt me beyond endurance, girl. Have you ever run "nekkid" through the snow until you couldn't stand it, and burst back into the house shaking yourself apart? The thrill of THAT is something you could NEVER forget. I have done that, and I may do it again, you never know!
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I cannot, however, relate to lying naked in the sun - I become ill from the heat. Maybe it has to do with my hair being long enough to sit on. Like wearing a fur coat year-round.