We’ve come out the other end of our first week of real Midwest snow, and I am in love. Throughout the snowy week, I kept meaning to sit down and blog, but the winter white was too compelling. Instead we all tromped about in the drifts, built a snow fort, threw snowballs, slid down a snow slide, built snow people, and cross country skied down the street.
I felt like a kid again.
It’s been so many years since I’ve lived in a snowy climate, but I grew up in Massachusetts and went to college in Maine. Snow was a part of my life! And while I adored the sun of my time in Southern California, and the lush green of Oregon, there is just something about these four distinct seasons that makes me so very happy and alive.
Granted, a foot of snow makes it incredibly hard to access our land via a quarter mile long gravel driveway, never mind build our summer cottage, and that might get pretty frustrating pretty soon. But the joy on the kids’ faces when I hand them another icicle to eat, or let them nail me with a snowball is all worth it! Hurray for snow!