It is not quite mid-November yet and here in Southwestern Ohio we have had out first measurable snow of the season. I realize that I do not live in Alaska or Minnesota or Buffalo or Chicago where snow is on the ground and will stay on the ground for months. However, the 3.2 inches recorded at the Cincinnati-Northern Kentucky Airport is a new record here for this date. So, of course, people are in a panic. Many have run to the grocery to buy milk, bread and eggs certain that they will not be able to get outside of the house for several weeks (apparently there is an undeniable urge to eat french toast when in snows).
I understand that accumulating snow does complicate things, that we should drive a bit slower and walk more carefully. I realize that cold is a real hazard to one’s well-being. Yet, I would encourage you, for at least a moment, to reflect back to when you were a child. Remember how excited you were when it snowed? To look out the window at night and see the snow falling gently and slowly transforming the brown, lifeless ground into a winter wonderland. To get up in the morning and see a bright and glistening world just beckoning you to come out and play.
if you were really lucky there was enough snow so that school was canceled which meant the entire day lay ahead for sledding, for snow ball fights, for building snow forts, for making snow angels, for building snowmen. The activities and the fun were only limited by the imagination. Then when you got so cold you couldn’t stand it anymore you would come in for hot chocolate, hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Then once warmed up, head back out again.
Many people hate shoveling the driveway. To be honest, I do not mind (OK, to an extent I do not mind, there can be too much of a good thing). These days I do not have the time or the energy to play in the snow, so I as I shovel the drive I look at the beauty of the snow and remember when snow, instead of something that was dreaded, was something that was looked forward to with much anticipation.