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Go ahead, let it snow. January 21, 2012

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It’s late January here in New England and apparently the universe has woken to the fact that in the wintertime around here there usually is this white stuff that falls out of the sky, it’s called snow. Not that it is a momentous storm or anything mind you but it is coming down, and by the time it stops we should have 4-6 inches of fluffiness on the ground. In fact, this is the fourth snow fall of the week and even though the other three were only an inch or two, each one required me to clear our heavily shaded driveway and sidewalk or else risk the ice rink that is sure to form. But that’s okay, like any good New Englander – I have the tools necessary for the job: the big, heavy “pushing” shovel, the curved, lifting shovel, the push and regular brooms for the porch and of course my new personal favorite – the snowblower. (Purchased last year before the deluge, and paid for over six months before the store credit card started accruing interest, this bad boy has become my new best friend.  And though I am tempted here to go on and on about how my snowblower paid for itself multiple times with last year’s record-setting snow totals, or how sometimes it is reluctant start yet so far always manages to come around to seeing things my way – I will restrain myself.)

Because what I really just wanted to mention briefly today is that there is a part of me that still loves the snow! Sure as the years go on, and my back gets weaker there have been many a time when I have cursed the winter and all the snow that comes along with it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it altogether. There is no denying that a fresh blanket of the white stuff can be extraordinarily beautiful on the leaf bare trees, house roofs and brown grass. The sparkle of fresh snow in the moonlight is magical. And when the storm first passes and the sky re-emerges – it seems bluer and more clear than on any other day when the ground is not covered by a fresh coating of snow. But one of the things I like the most is the silence. That absolute stillness in the air when the snow is coming down is perfection!

So though I may be singing a different tune as the next few weeks go by and the slush and ice and piles of dirt encrusted snow likely will accumulate, I just wanted to acknowledge this little moment in time when I am still enamoured of waking to a snowy, snowing morning. It makes me think of my sister, and how we used to like to take a walk down to the park when we were young as the snow fell and the quiet surrounded us. There was a time when winter was my favorite season – and though more recently I have come to truly hate being cold – apparently I have not lost my love and appreciation for the magical healing serenity of a new blanket of snow. Happy shoveling!

 

Freezing temperatures, backaches and a little bit o’ magic January 3, 2010

Snow Day!!!

When we were kids, those two words meant a kind of excitement and glee that was usually reserved for holidays and amusement parks. It combined with a curious sense of victory, as if nature’s elements were “in cahoots  with” the wishes and will of kids to thwart the school system and its grown-up demands. For those of us who grew up in climates where winter meant; blizzards and ice – the memories of snow days are a part of our childhood.  As a mother of two school-aged sons I can say – that hasn’t changed. My younger son, (having learned this little bit of childhood magic from a friend), will also occasionally put a spoon in the freezer on the eve of a possible snow storm to appease the snow gods and to encourage them to bury us in the white fluffy stuff.

As an adult, unless you are a skier, and I am not, it seems many of us look out the window as the flakes pile up and can almost feel the beginnings of the backache which is sure to follow. The shoveling, snow blowing, salting, and the financial outlay for having your driveway plowed – definitely sets up a different set of expectations when the meteorologists start talking about an impending snow storm. It has been snowing here on and off since the 31st and though the accumulation is not significant – it is still enough to have to deal with in one way or another. I just came in from my ritual “sweeping off of the porch”, (as it is too soon to start any actual shoveling) and the snow still falling steadily.

It’s coming down a little more enthusiastically then earlier and the wind is whipping the flakes around so that each one stings as it hits your face. But, after I finished cleaning the porch, I went inside grabbed my coffee and came back out to sit and watch and admire. The still quiet that fills the air when it snows combined with the smooth softness of the drifts and the swirl of the flakes is always so wonderful. Yep, there is no getting around it – no matter how inconvenient and exhausting a snow storm can be – there is an undeniably magical beauty to it. Even when you are indoors looking out – there is a special feeling of warmth and calm to know that your day will be spent at home and maybe you’ll even get inspired to make a bread or a nice soup (if you are lucky enough to have the ingredients). Then again maybe you’ll get some chores done, or maybe you will relax with a book or movie or board-game, heck maybe you’ll even consider going outside and romping around in it a bit – but whatever you will do will be touched by the sense that it is not just any old day – it is a SNOW DAY! And it is magic….