Snow

I look out over the back deck from the kitchen and look at the 2-3 inches of snow that blankets the outside.  I know it's winter.  Snow is good for the crops next spring.  I know this weather is expected, but there is a part of me that wishes it wouldn't be so darn hard to move around in.  

When I see snow, it illicits a memory barrage of snow related songs so prevalent around the holidays:

"Let It Snow, Let it Snow"

...."the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. ....),

Winter Wonderland  

"Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, 

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight,

We're happy tonight.

Walking in a winter wonderland. . . . . 

. . . . . . . . When it snows, ain't it thrilling,

Though your nose gets a chillin’

We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,

Walking in a winter wonderland."

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

"............I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten, and children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow ............."

I sometimes think that those that wish for snow and pray for a white Christmases are more than those of us who would rather not see snow where we live.  Rosemary, my sister-in-law is one of those who welcomes the snow and enjoys it.  My Dad is another who does enjoy the snow.  What is funny about these people is that in my memory, I do not think these people ski, snowshoe, sled, ice skate or any other winter sport or activity, yet they like the snow, except maybe my Dad.  He once snowmobiled Yellowstone Park for Christmas.  


Snow.  So peaceful to watch.  So clean and pure when fresh fallen.  It seems to let the noise be absorped in it's whiteness.  I'll enjoy it's beauty today.  I'll watch for the light glistening off the snow crested hills.  I'll listen to the crunch of snow and ice under my feet.  Today, I will enjoy the snow.