|On the Other Hand — That four-letter word|
|Saturday, December 14, 2013 9:01 PM|
As I sit here writing this I am anticipating our impending snowfall. A check at 11:15 p.m., the white stuff was falling.
I know, I know, most don’t like to hear that four-letter word — S - N - O - W. It means shoveling and salting and vehicles getting stuck, difficult driving, longer commutes, etc.
It also means snowmen, snowball fights, sledding and winter fun.
I’ll be filling out my Christmas cards this morning and what a lovely sight to look at while this task is accomplished.
Snow makes everything look magnificent. I love going to the mudroom and looking out at the back yard and beyond to the park and seeing everything cloaked in white, sparkling snow. It’s magical.
My favorite winter scene is when it collects on each and every branch of a tree and perfectly decorates landscaping. I have sampras grass in the backyard (thank you Mr. Myers) that is truly beautiful against the pure backdrop of snow.
Another of my favorites is to be the first out and about with Mr. Ringo, leaving our footprints in the virgin snow. Ringo will have a ball. He has new boots you know. His poor little feet get cold and then he has to hold one of them up and it’s difficult to complete his duties that way. We end going back in and then in a short while, he wants out. By that time, he’s forgotten that if he doesn’t hurry, the process will start all over. Silly little man.
Well, “these boots were made for walking and that’s just what they’ll do.” His little feet will stay warm and dry and he can scamper and play in the snow to his heart’s content — or until mama gets cold and says it’s time to go in.
I hope to see lots of children out and about. As time goes on and technology rules, fewer and fewer children get outside and build snow forts or snowmen. I hope the reservoir is packed with families enjoying a fun winter day. It’s a great way to spend time together and make memories.
I remember winters filled with ice skating and ginormous snow forts in the Schabbings’ yard across the street. It was hot chocolate and waiting for your clothes to dry so you could go back out. It was red cheeks and puffs of steam coming out when you breathed. It was numb toes and stiff fingers in crusted mittens and gloves and you didn’t care because if you went inside, you were going to miss something.
It’s a great winter day. Get out there and enjoy it. Or as my dad would say, “Get out there and get the stink blown off ya!”