the snowy day.

when i was small(er), one of my very favorite books was (and continues to be) ezra jack keats's "the snowy day." the colors are vivid, the illustrations look like beautiful pressed paper artwork and the story is simple: a boy and his snowball going out into the "deep, deep snow."

nowadays, i get the opportunity to read this story to little people who i imagine love it just as much as i did. they are magnetized as i read about peter and his many snow adventures, and i always point out my favorite page to them (peter taking a bath in a hot pink bathtub after playing outside in the snow). i'm happy to pass it on.

here is a short moving picture of what is happening outside our kitchen window. snow drifting, wind a-blowin' and nothing but the ever deepening snow...