It’s the first snow of the year; and, at the rate the little flakes are coming down, we’re almost guaranteed a white Christmas even though we’re eighteen days away. I’ve shoveled our front walk three times in the last six hours, and – if this keeps up – I won’t be able to back my little Neon out of the garage in the morning. But I’m not complaining.
I am one of those people who like snow. I enjoy shoveling, making snow angels, and generally watching how everything turns white. Snow brings some brightness to the days around here, given the sun goes into hiding and the sky is a pewter gray most of the time.
Sure, snow can be a bother; but I just hunker down and stay home. Of course, I work from home, so I don’t have to worry about commuting anywhere. But I also use snow as a reason to hibernate more (See December 2 for more on this.) and enjoy indoor activities. I read, light a fire in the fireplace, play piano, write, even clean house. I certainly can’t weed or plant flowers in this kind of weather.
It’s as if I’m snowed in and have become almost comatose. It’s a great feeling, because nobody can disturb my snowy reverie. Then when it abates, I’m ready to sally forth, to get out there and reconnect with the world at large.
The only time I don’t like snow is when it disrupts my traveling plans. For instance, we are scheduled to be in Ft. Lauderdale on January 7 for a cruise. If we are stuck at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago instead because of snowy weather, I will not be a happy camper. In fact, I’ll be so unhappy that we’re starting out 24 hours in advance to make sure we are on board the ship at the appointed time and also to make sure I’m all smiles.
Until then, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
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