s(n)o(w) disappointed

Came home late last night - got into the yard and could see the pretty flakes falling from the sky and the piles of snow leading up to the house. My innerchild couldn't resist. I leaned over, stuck my tongue out and took a lick of gorgeous new snow. It would have been heavenly. Except that it wasn't. It had had smoke (from the woodstove) blowing over it for several hours. It was disgusting. Smoked snow. I know better now. I'll try it on the other side of the house next time.