When I was a little girl, living in the Bellevue Apartments in Collingswood, New Jersey, we were pretty much surrounded by concrete.  The only hints of nature were the Looses' much-abused teeny, tiny tree, the Melecinskis' honeysuckle bush, and Harleigh Cemetary.  Mom taught us how to sip nectar from the honeysuckle plant and took us for long walks through Harleigh, looking for Walt Whitman's tomb....which we never found. But we received warnings from stern neighbors when we so much as leaned against  the Looses' sapling.   So there was not a lot of interest in the natural world most of the time.  When it snowed, however, in those early years, my mother often did a magical thing for us.  She made ice cream from snow.  She would put a medium-sized sauce pan out on the back step.  When it was full, she would bring it in and quickly add a bit of sugar, a teaspoon of vanila, and a little milk.  We would eat it right away.  It was slushy, but good.  It was so exciting to get ice cream from the sky in this way and gave us a connection with the outdoors that was unusual for us. Now, I know we can't do this today because of air pollution, but does anybody have a good idea for making ice cream at home without elaborate appliances?
      Now here is my youngest granddaughter, Lily, doing something special inside with snow.  She is making a snowman. Her mom gave her some food coloring and soon It was all green.