Falling snow really is beautiful. For years I’ve been intrigued by the icy flakes yet there has always been an element of doubt in my mind about their beauty. Being from Florida I do not thrive in the bitter cold and figured everything associated with freezing conditions must be terrible.
But I’ve been watching the drifting snowflakes through the window, warmly snuggled under a blanket while drinking hot tea since early this morning. From the comfort of the heated house it is easy to be mesmerized by the ever increasing snow piles.
This is not my first time to see snow. In South Carolina it snowed just after Christmas one year. We made snowmen in every relative’s yard. I went skiing once. Ended up on a black diamond my first time out. Not fun. I saw it in Alaska but it was summer and 60 degrees. Just recently I experienced it in Washington State. Exciting is not quite the word I would use to describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach as we slid down the driveway and drove 30 mph through mountain passes as all the semis put on their chains.
Snow and I have had our ups and downs.
I gave in to the cajoling of my husband, roused myself from the cozy spot on the couch and ventured outside into the wintry weather. The snow blower ate the newspaper and kicked out so we took turns shoveling the driveway. Then I mustered up some courage and bravely attacked first with a snowball to his chest. I lost the ensuing, short-lived battle. Max, the dog, chased snowballs that didn’t hit their mark but could never figure out what happened to them. I also plan to make snow angels, throw more snowballs, make a snowman, and possibly take a dip in the Jacuzzi.
With our departure back to Africa and temperatures well over 100 degrees fast approaching I feel the need to soak in the cold weather.