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winter is worth a word-laden Wednesday

I used to live in a place where, when it snowed, it was such an event that everyone took photographs of their snowy houses to be used as photo Christmas cards for holidays yet to come. I remember the year that Melanie lived in Savannah, the long drives there and back, the way I-16 loves it when you drive along it and sing in your empty car, my first sight of cotton fields. One of the only things I can appreciate about snow (besides the fact that I seem to have learned about custom white balances at long last) is when there is just a little bit of it and it collects on the tips of the dormant bushes and reminds me, however obliquely, of Georgia and cotton plants once again.

Spinach salad with tomatoes, red onion, blue cheese, pomegranate arils, and walnuts, to come.