Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I love snow. I have loved snow since birth. I think.
I have a friend that thinks that people that live in northern climates brainwash themselves into liking snow as a coping mechanism. She thinks that they cannot possibly like snow.
Well, this brainwashed snow-lover is in denial of the brainwashing.
My mother, who lives about half an hour south of the Canadian border, sent me pictures this morning of her snow covered...snow buried yard. And I was jealous. The only snow we have gotten so far this winter was in early December. Maybe it was two inches. Maybe it lasted two hours before melting. And that has been it. I have tried to accept that all Christmases do not need to be white to be festive. I have tried to embrace winters without snow. But it's been a struggle.
Well, today, as Andrew and I were returning from playgroup, it started snowing. I didn't think much of it. But. It started to stick. We are still under an inch, but there is a pretty dusting. There are footprints. And there has been hot chocolate in my mug to celebrate.
Andrew and I are about to head out. To mail his cousin's late birthday present. To see the snow and try adding 'snow' to his vocabulary.
Though he keeps insisting it is rain.
I can understand that. I agree with him.
It is too good to be true.
Posted by Dave at 3:24 PM