Seeing snowflakes in the air always seems to lift my spirits. Especially the first few of the season. I will immediately notice my pace quickening and my heart feeling lighter. I will begin to entertain thoughts of simmering homemade soup, knitting, and all sorts of other nesting activities. I hope I never lose that!
Some of my favorite memories are of unexpected "snow days" when the kids were small. I could hardly wait to bundle us all up and head outside where we would delight in making the "first tracks" in the, as yet, unblemished landscape. And, of course, there would be "snow angels" and "fox and goose." If it was the "packing kind," there would be snowmen, snow forts, and snowballs for the dog to chase. I never scolded them for eating the snow despite all I had read about how contaminated it becomes after it has fallen all that way through the germ-ridden atmosphere. Phooey! I think it's a vital part of childhood. In fact, I have not ever known of a snow related childhood illness.
I'm not sure what the kids' recollections are of those special days but I am sure they remember them. And it gives me great pleasure when I hear them passing on to their own offspring the important lesson: Don't eat the snow if it's yellow!
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