Apparently as of my writing this 49 states have snow on the ground. Even Hawaii, apparently. It must be true. It was on CNN.
Of course, it’s been winter here since not long after Halloween. And I like winter. I like when the bright, white snow comes and blankets the things that have died or merely gone to sleep until spring rolls around. I like the huge, white snowflakes swirling around the backyard like we’re living in a snow globe.
Everything looks just a little more magical with a layer of slow on top. The colors of the things that haven’t gone to sleep seem brighter. The great big Magical pine trees behind the house seem greener and richer and bigger and brighter when the rest of the world is blanketed in white.
(The grass in the foreground stands about six feet tall. Just to give you an idea of how big those trees are behind it).
The kids go outside and come back in caked with snow. They smell like ice and wet wool. Their cheeks are joyfully pink and their eyes are snappy and their hands stands up all over the place (both from their hats and from the static electricity that comes from wearing hats and shuffling in boots).
People say they’re sick of the snow, but I’m not sick of it yet. Neither are the girls I like it this way. If it’s going to be cold, it might as well snow.