It's Been Snow Long
Posted by Marlene Obie on Thursday, December 18, 2008
How long has it been since I found snow exciting? Many years! It was fun to see the kids' excitement when they were small. I used to run out to play with them and now M. Yet, tonight I'm watching from the window, not wanting to get cold. I'll go and play tomorrow.
When I was her age, I lived with my aunt and uncle who had a huge yard, perfect for playing Fox and Geese and making angels. Plenty of snow too for forts and snowball wars. We walked to school 4 blocks with scarves around our faces and had frosty eyebrows when we got to school. On the way home, there were snowbanks from shoveled walks which we played King of the Hill on and, of course, had boys chasing us with snowalls. When I moved to the other side of town, we had a great hill to sled and toboggan.
I don't remember school being closed in Great Falls, Montana all those years. It went on with whoever got there, snow, 20 degrees below, or whatever. Today they closed M's school because of forecast of snow. It didn't hit our area until 4:20.
Time was when snow didn't stop me either, driving to shop, meetings, etc. Now, I find it a good excuse to stay in, bake bread and read, and expect it to go away in a day or two.
M's making a snowman now. It is wet enough this time. It will probably have leaves in all parts as there were still some on the lawn. When her dad was around two, he brought in a bucket of snow and was puzzled that a little later all he had was a bucket of water.
Ah, there it is. Who stole my snow? When did the wonder liquidize and lose it's luster? Can I get it back? It was right here in my mitten, clasped tightly, and now it's gone. It took the exhilerance away and left damp cold. But she's still out there accessorizing her snowwoman. She's shiny, enthusiastic and determined to finish. Soon, she'll sparkle in asking for hot cocoa and turn into the water of my life again. I take it back. I love this snow. She's the clean, white, sweet frosting over winter's bleakness.
When I was her age, I lived with my aunt and uncle who had a huge yard, perfect for playing Fox and Geese and making angels. Plenty of snow too for forts and snowball wars. We walked to school 4 blocks with scarves around our faces and had frosty eyebrows when we got to school. On the way home, there were snowbanks from shoveled walks which we played King of the Hill on and, of course, had boys chasing us with snowalls. When I moved to the other side of town, we had a great hill to sled and toboggan.
I don't remember school being closed in Great Falls, Montana all those years. It went on with whoever got there, snow, 20 degrees below, or whatever. Today they closed M's school because of forecast of snow. It didn't hit our area until 4:20.
Time was when snow didn't stop me either, driving to shop, meetings, etc. Now, I find it a good excuse to stay in, bake bread and read, and expect it to go away in a day or two.
M's making a snowman now. It is wet enough this time. It will probably have leaves in all parts as there were still some on the lawn. When her dad was around two, he brought in a bucket of snow and was puzzled that a little later all he had was a bucket of water.
Ah, there it is. Who stole my snow? When did the wonder liquidize and lose it's luster? Can I get it back? It was right here in my mitten, clasped tightly, and now it's gone. It took the exhilerance away and left damp cold. But she's still out there accessorizing her snowwoman. She's shiny, enthusiastic and determined to finish. Soon, she'll sparkle in asking for hot cocoa and turn into the water of my life again. I take it back. I love this snow. She's the clean, white, sweet frosting over winter's bleakness.
Tags: "snow fun" melted "my snow girl"
