Snow

It came in the night. I knew it would happen, but some how I had hoped it wouldn’t. Yet there it is outside my window, mocking me with it deceptively beautiful looks. Soft and fluffy, carpeting the dead browns and grays of fall with a blanket of white it has come. As a child it filled me with joy. It meant sliding and skiing, snowmen and snow forts, winter with all the fun of playing out in it. The snow at last is here and it no longer makes me want to go out and play.

The only playing I’m doing these days is with a shovel and the snow blower. Keeping the drive clean so we can get the car out is now my goal on a winter’s day. Still I can’t help enjoying the soft beauty of a blanket of new fallen snow in the moonlight smoothing out the ruff edges of the yard and covering it in a clean white landscape of moonlit shadows and drifts.

It is here, it is not going away, enjoy it.

Snow Day

It’s snowing, and watching it brings to mind the great mysteries of childhood. Is it true no two snow flakes are the same, will your tongue really stick to the flag pole if you lick it, and the big one will we get enough snow to have a snow day?

A snow day is a true gift from the weather gods. What a wonderful thing to wake up to. The homework was all done and there was nothing for you to do except bundle up and go out and play. It did not matter if it was cold and the wind was blowing, you couldn’t waste a snow day. Make a snow angel, build a snow man, or have a snow ball fight. The choices were endless.

A real good storm could shut things down for days and best of all if it came late in the week you would have a long weekend. That meant one or two nice days when you could go sliding on the hill across the road or skating on the pond with your friends.

Digging out was for the grownups and now you are a grownup. Enjoy the snow.