I want it to snow.
We have had our first “hard freeze” but no flakes yet and it is driving me crazy. Ever since I was a wee one living high up in the mountains of Colorado, the first snow fall was one of my favorite days of the year. Little white bits of fluffiness drifting slowly down to the half dead grass, covering it with a beautiful, sparkling blanket. I always step outside to let those lovely winter jewels fall on me, then watch them melt into little droplets.
If I am diligent about it, I will wait up late on a snowy night and step outside and listen. Have you ever stood in almost absolute quiet and listened to the snow hit the ground? It’s one of nature’s more beautiful sounds. One of peace, quiet and calm.
Other times at night, I turn on the porch light and watch the flakes come into view with the dark sky behind them. It almost looks like the stars gearing up to fly by in Star Wars. One day, I need to rig a little space ship and take a fun photo of it.
When I lived in other states, I missed the snow. Now, we did get some in Texas and in Missouri, though it seemed to be more ice than snow. Then I moved to Los Angeles, which has no real weather to speak of except a few rainstorms (some years a little more than others) that overwhelms the very dry ground and causes floods that would not occur from that little rain in any other area. (and don’t get me started on how 5 raindrops warrants a “Storm Watch!” on the local news.)
Winter time meant you added a scarf to your sleeveless ensemble and some wore the horrid footwear known as UGG boots (yes, I know Lori just bought those pink ones… they might be acceptable as the fun color helps negate the complete lack of beauty) and Santa flew in his sleigh among the palm trees and expensive German cars. I never got into the climate in LA.
Then I moved back to Colorado and now I get seasons. I get vibrant neon fall trees, spring flowers and the lovely sapphire skies of summer…and snow. Ok, not much where I live, but there is some. Fall is invigorating and winter is a crisp chill that reminds you how awesome it is to snuggle under thick blankets with a good book. It also lends itself to making snow people and watching Shadow bounce around like a crazy dog in the white powder.
Do you find anything magical about the first snow every year? Do you go make snow angels and throw snowballs? Does your dog act like snow is the best thing since a tennis ball?