I LOVE snow! I still get excited each year when we have the first snowfall, and many of the times after that. I love the magic of the fact that no two flakes are the same, and the mystery of how something so tiny as a single snowflake, piled together with millions of others, can block the roads, bury the trees and even the house sometimes. I love the quiet moment that often awakens me when a rainstorm during the night turns to snowfall. I have been lucky to live for over 20 years where there are distinct seasons, bringing at least some snow each winter. Thirteen of those years were spent full-time in Forest City, where at least two feet routinely stays on the ground, and winter storms of several days can leave behind five or six feet. The (grown) children all had the good fortune of getting in on all the childhood fun that snow brings: snowmen (and/or women), making snow angels on the ground, snowball fights (our family loves a good snowball fight), giant sled runs, skiing, snowshoeing, and snowboarding.
Teaching Nikki to ski at age three
I love snowshoeing, even though there have been times when it was pure drudgery (we had to hike or snowshoe in and out of our house at least two months each winter for 13 years when we lived full-time in the high country)
I LOVE to snowboard... Me at Alpine Meadows in January 2005
I even wrote an interesting piece comparing being brave enough to learn to snowboard with trying out new things in my knitting, back in my early blogging days, which is here. I had just submitted it to Take Back the Knit when I posted it, and the article appeared in my fiber guild's newsletter this past winter, but TBTK has only appeared erratically since, and not with this piece in it. One last word on snow. Donkeys don't like it.