Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow
You would think after nearly 8 years of living in Canada, snow would not continue to hold such a magical fascination for me. But it still does. This morning, I woke up to a fluffy layer of snow, soft and powdery, covering everything I could see and all I could think was "How pretty!"
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. In the 40 years I lived there, it snowed exactly twice. Only once was it cold enough for the snow to stick. Luckily, that was the first time, when I was still a kid. I can still remember my schoolyard covered in snow. What a strange memory. Anyway, if you wanted snow, it was simple: you drove up to Tahoe. Up there, the snow drifted into hills one story high. There was skiiing and gambling and gorgeous scenery. I didn't ski. I did gamble, but the very nature of gambling pretty much excludes snow. Unless we are talking about the 80's, then never mind.
So, snow was not much a part of my life until I moved up north. Then, of course, it became a regular event. Not that Southern Ontario gets all that much snow. The people in Montreal sneer at us (and in French, too!) when we complain about our snow fall. They get huge piles of snow, we get little hills. Still, it is 100% more snow than I am used to and it seems marvelous to me every year.
I know that by February, I will be totally done with snow. In February and March, the only thing snow is good for is a snow day--the rest of the time it is just a pain in the ass. But this time of year, when we have only had minor flurries, a true snowfall is just lovely. Of course, I call the flurries "snow". I will come in from outside, or look out the window and say " Look, it's snowing" and the people around me will scoff " That's not snow, that's just a bit of flurry!"
Well, too bad. White stuff falling from the sky = snow in my book. And today it's just perfect.
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. In the 40 years I lived there, it snowed exactly twice. Only once was it cold enough for the snow to stick. Luckily, that was the first time, when I was still a kid. I can still remember my schoolyard covered in snow. What a strange memory. Anyway, if you wanted snow, it was simple: you drove up to Tahoe. Up there, the snow drifted into hills one story high. There was skiiing and gambling and gorgeous scenery. I didn't ski. I did gamble, but the very nature of gambling pretty much excludes snow. Unless we are talking about the 80's, then never mind.
So, snow was not much a part of my life until I moved up north. Then, of course, it became a regular event. Not that Southern Ontario gets all that much snow. The people in Montreal sneer at us (and in French, too!) when we complain about our snow fall. They get huge piles of snow, we get little hills. Still, it is 100% more snow than I am used to and it seems marvelous to me every year.
I know that by February, I will be totally done with snow. In February and March, the only thing snow is good for is a snow day--the rest of the time it is just a pain in the ass. But this time of year, when we have only had minor flurries, a true snowfall is just lovely. Of course, I call the flurries "snow". I will come in from outside, or look out the window and say " Look, it's snowing" and the people around me will scoff " That's not snow, that's just a bit of flurry!"
Well, too bad. White stuff falling from the sky = snow in my book. And today it's just perfect.
posted by allison | 9:51 AM
3 Comments:
We got a huge pile of that today which made the drive to Kelowna a bit hairy at points. But, is pretty and white!
Unfortunately our snow was heavy and wet (still pretty though!) so I pulled a muscle trying to dig out my car. I'm thankful for neighbours with snow blowers!
I would like snow where I live, please. Can we borrow some of yours?
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