Dare to break the ice

Several days after the snow blanketed all slates possible in Central and North Texas, as if presaging a welcome clean start for 2021, I noticed that the front of Mrs. R’s house was still featuring some white patches stubbornly profiting from the prolonged shadows hanging from the north side of the house. On that count, I decided to stop by and visit. “What was your first memory of snow?” I asked…