A sweet morning walk in the snow. Tulsi leading the way. Sticks and snow-doodles, snowbows and glitter. Climbing up snow mountains and sliding down the other side. And at some point, I said “This reminds me of a book!” And Tulsi yelled back from up ahead, “A Snowy Day!” and picked up a clump of snow to save in her pocket for later. Amen for timeless books like The Snowy Day by Jack Ezra Keats! The genius is in recognizing something so simple and beautiful and knowing just how to make it into a book.
Here is a link to a bit of the book’s history and significance in the children’s book world.