Cwalker935
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I woke up to a chilly morning in central Virginia and looked out our back window to see a gathering of tiny snow folk. It seems they had ventured out from their ice cave where they stay most of the year to get some fresh air and sunlight. Uncle Quercus was deep in his cups as is often the case and decided to give his often repeated doomsday speech about never ending summers. The old couple, Acer and Betua, looked on with a mixture of chagrin and amusement. The young lovers, Ilex and Carya, were looking into each other's eyes and dreaming of a white Christmas and paying Quercus no attention whatsoever.
