Yesterday the snow returned. After the unseasonal thaw (and subsequent lethal ice on all the walking trails), I welcomed back a layer of snow that provides traction and allows us safer passage. With two high energy boys in the house a morning walk is absolutely essential; an added bonus of Dad being here is that we are able to go further afield and enjoy many of the great walking trails near to where we are living. Of course next year we will just have to step outside our door…looking forward to it? Yes indeed.
But in the mean time I feel really lucky to live in an area with many green spaces and nature trails that allow the boys to run freely and enjoy the outdoors as often as we like. Although the snow just barely covered large expanses of glass smooth ice, it gave enough cover to walk on and even allowed for some sledge pulling.
Yes that is my Dad pulling two boys on two sledges. Yes he is a total hero and yes I am seriously thinking about hiding his passport so that he can’t leave on the weekend. If he asks, don’t tell him I said that.
I find the steady progress of snow flakes from sky to earth exceptionally calming. Walking along a beautiful trail with snow falling steadily is my idea of heaven. It doesn’t hurt for there to be another adult pulling my children on their sledges either!
Since I was a child I have taken intense pleasure in the sight of snow. When we moved to Canada people would always ask us ‘how do you like our winters?’ and were surprised when I declared my love of snow. Of course I had some experience living in Germany where the winters get pretty nippy, but part of my reason for coming to this country was to enjoy the snow filled winters. Watching snow fall and knowing it will not end any time soon fulfills something within me and never fails to cause delight and joy.
I admit that by March I am ready for a thaw and summer just like everyone else. But I can’t imagine a time in my life when the feel of snow flakes falling on my face, the sound of them hissing as they connect with one another on the surface of the earth, will not ease a tension that is only truly gone when the snow falls.