23 November 2010
I love snow days!
I love seeing families out sledding, and snowboarders down the street. I love seeing a dad pulling his little daughter in a sled across their yard, or kids making snow angels. I love the freshly frosted trees and rooftops with chimney smoke fluffing into the still air! I love the softened sounds and cozy clothes! And I love friends who let me stay with them when I'm stranded downtown by stand-still traffic on icy hills and bundling up to watch a movie with the windows rattling in the wind as flurries swirl past street lamps!
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My husband and I have been considering where we want to live when we retire -- someplace in the Pacific or Inland Northwest closer to some of our kids. Then we spent last week in Vancouver, BC, where the fog didn't lift until noon, the sky was gray to black much of the week, and there was either drizzle or steady rain a portion of every day. We returned to SE Idaho (where we currently live) in time to see the first real snow storm of the season which turned everything white and soft and beautiful. Memories flooded into my head -- building snow forts with my brother at our home in upstate New York umpteen years ago; the "diamonds" in the snow when the sun shone from a clear blue sky onto the white blanketed landscape below; ice skating as a child with my family and lots of townspeople on a pond behind an old colonial church in my hometown, or in my teen years with friends on a frozen pond in a farmer's field, taking time out to warm ourselves by a small camp fire, drinking hot chocolate we brought in thermos bottles and roasting marshmallows; trudging through the snow with my church youth group to sing Christmas carols to shut-ins and elderly folks in nursing homes; making the rounds to our relatives' homes every snowy New York Christmas; skiing and sledding with my own children and my husband; watching our kids build snow forts in our backyard; building snowmen with them ... the memories are plentiful and beautiful and they warm my heart. I'm not sure where we'll end up after retirement, but I do know, that in spite of the sometimes frigid temperatures, ice and wind, I love the snow. I also love where I live. Hmmmm . . . . .
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