There is something remarkable about the first real snow of winter. It is a “groaner” to many, even to me, because it signals shoveling, difficult driving and having to put my sandals away but still there is something about that first clean blanket of snow and fluffy flakes that brings joy to my heart.
It arrived gently today with huge snowflakes which settled and stuck to trees and grass. For a few minutes the whole world was white and then it began to fade back to the dull brown and dark green of a usual November day.
I’m not sure why I love the snow so much but I think it may be a bit of a Canadian affliction. Snow holds many fond memories of toboggans, snow men, fox and geese games, skating on the lake and even better the hot fire and hot chocolate that followed.
Meteorologists would know better than I but I suspect there may be a real scientific reason for the sudden joy that fills my lungs when it snows. I think my allergy ridden body finally gets a rest from the dust and pollen which fills the air for the other three seasons of the year. At last I can breath and so, part of me wants to dance and spin in the snow watching the flakes fall on my skyward pointed face until I’m too dizzy to stand.
Two months from now I may be cursing the stuff but for today I will sing its praises…
…”Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes…these are a few of my favourite things. ” (My Favourite Things, Rogers and Hammerstien, The Sound of Music.)