I love all the seasons. Autumn is my favorite – but I love SNOW! And hearing people diss snow is like hearing someone gossip badly about a dear friend.
When the snow comes, my world becomes like a beautiful slow motion scene in a beloved movie. In the midst of a snow scene, I find time for the sweet things in life – like making Hot Chocolate for my sons, stirring up our favorite soups, snuggling down together (well, except for the teens who do not snuggle but kind of steal your blanket to sit not-close to mom) – all to a symphony of voices – becomingly low and suddenly eye-poppingly loud – kind of like the 1812 Overture played with my sons’ voices. I recall a music teacher saying that musicians like Tchaikovsky would play sweetly, soothingly and then BAM, drums and symbols blared to wake up the old ladies in the audience. That is kind of like our house on a snow day.
Un-pressurized time magically appears to savor each son without schedules chock-full of things to do, academic maintenance and laundry-now needs- basically, it is a time where reminders to work hard (like, “Do your homework! Find your cleats! Where’s those spelling words? There’s a meeting when? Hurry up! Where did he go?!) are silenced. Snow Days are a time to love, to gather, to warm ourselves in each other’s company. To stay up late and sleep late. To be rested and refreshed.
Snowflakes are to Winter
what Daffodils are to Spring
Winter and Snow are dear friends like Spring and Daffodils. I choose to see the beauty in all my friends.
So please do not gossip badly about them.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing” (Ecclesiastes 3:1-22)
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Such a beautiful post … I miss snow so much (haven’t been back to England for forty years) … there’s just something so utterly precious about it. Even though much is asleep; the colours that do surround are brought radiantly to life. Everything is so much crisper, cleaner, spotless. And to see a snowflake magnified … oh! the majestic creative power of God.