Saturday, December 19, 2009

Snow!

Well, we've got well over a foot of snow here and are expecting another 5-10 inches overnight. I adore snow, so I took a lot of pleasure in sitting in the warmth of my parents' house and watching it come down. After shabbos, we decided it would be simpler to walk home then to dig out their car and get a ride. Luckily, my parents felt so guilty for making us walk that they let us raid the pantry and pick out some things to enjoy when we got home. I grabbed a box of brownie mix, some bags of popcorn, a whole chicken (for tomorrow night?), a bottle of soda and some frozen soups.

The walk home was fun. I've always loved walking in the snow, especially when I'm all bundled up and warm. Some of the drifts were as tall as I am, and I felt this strong need to linger and take in the beauty of the, as yet, untouched snow. Yaakov wasn't in such a lingering mood, though, so we trudged on. I wished I had my camera with me. Smooth, freshly fallen snow has a distinct calming, serene quality, not to mention the hollow silence that tends to accompany it. When I was younger, I used to love to go outside when it was snowing and just lay down and stare up at the gently falling flakes, letting them gather on my lashes. It truly is one of the simple pleasures of life.

On our walk home, we encountered a small group of Israelis who were having a blast in the snow and asked us to take a picture of them. We asked if they'd ever seen snow, and they said, "Yes, many times. But every time it is a blessing and we love it."

All in all, snow is a wonderful blessing...as long as you have nowhere to go. If you can just relax and take it all in with a cup of hot chocolate, you've got it made.

About two years ago, when Yaakov and I were newlyweds (more so then now) we had a day off of school and work because of some snow. It wasn't anywhere near what we have today, but it was enough to close school as I recall. I wanted to play outside but Yaakov wanted to stay in. After a bit, Yaakov got up and said, "Wait in the bedroom and don't come out until I say you can." When he called me out, he'd opened up the curtain on our back window and moved our dining room table so that it was facing it. He'd lit candles and set up several stuffed bunnies around the table. He'd also made popcorn and Tradition soups, and we proceeded to have a nice dinner watching the snow come down. :)

Another favorite snowstorm of mine was many years ago when I got together with several friends to play around in the snow. I don't know that it would be appropriate to recount some of the goings on of that day, but suffice it to say, it was a really fun day which culminated in cold fingers and hot chocolate.

To anyone reading, what's YOUR favorite snow story?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I completely agree, snow is really nice.