First Snow

There is something so perfectly wonderful about the first snowfall of the season – that excitement that comes with seeing the first few flakes drift down outside your window.  No other form of weather (except for maybe a rainbow) commands so much attention.  Children throw themselves up against the windows of their classrooms, dutifully ignoring their teacher’s pleas to get back to business.  Dogs run about with their noses stuffed up into the cold air as if their communicating with Nature herself.  And adults, even the grumpy ones who claim they can’t tolerate the cold and hate all the inconveniences that come with the winter season, stop what they’re doing – if even for a short minute – to watch those small, floating flakes.

We had our first snowfall yesterday.  The weathermen told us it would be just a dusting, with no real accumulation on the roads. I didn’t want to listen to them.  So, I didn’t.  (We ended up with six inches!)  Instead, I dug out my thick alpaca socks and puttered into the living room where I began digging through a mountain of books and cd’s until I found what I was looking for – the mother load of Christmas carols.  Into the cd player they went.  Then, it was off to the basement to start hauling plastic tupperware crates of twinkly lights back upstairs.

I had a rather grumpy contractor in my house at the time.  You know the type – always complaining that the weather is hurting his business (even though he works indoors,) and forever listing the myriad reasons why summer is so horrible or winter is plain intolerable.  When he heard the music, he put his radio up louder.  I antied up.  Higher and higher went the volume until finally Howard Stern had been effectively shut down.

By the time he came back downstairs, the twinkly lights were plugged in and I was working on the window candles.  He shook his head.  He just didn’t get it.  The first snowfall is the most hopeful day of the year for me.  It’s when Mother Nature cleans house and washes away all the dirt from the last few months.  It’s like putting a line-dried linen sheet on your bed in August.  Clean and pure.

Yesterday’s snowfall was all that and even more.  The way I see it, Mother Nature was celebrating.  The clocks have been turned back, the pumpkins have all been picked, the animals have been bred, and the quiet days of Winter are knocking.  And, THE ELECTION IS OVER!  Whether you’re a Democrat, Republican, or Independent, we can all agree on one thing – It is time to rejoice.  No more uninvited senators or representatives or presidential hopefuls calling us during dinner or showing up on our TV screens.  No more mountains of wasteful cardstock ads shoved into our mailboxes.  It’s a new beginning – for better or worse.  And, apparently Mother Nature is on board.  She has wiped our decks clean and scrubbed the dirt with her fluffy white snow.  She has offered us a chance to take a deep breath and look at the world with a fresh perspective.

I, for one, am thankful for that opportunity.  I’ll keep that gift in mind tonight while I’m sitting under my twinkly lights looking out onto my snowy backyard.  Beauty is, afterall, something to be celebrated.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Anonymous
    Nov 08, 2012 @ 14:51:05

    I think this one was my favorite by far. I pictured myself in your house with a glass of merlot.


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