Sitting all nestled under a comfy blanket, burrowed down deep into the big chair in our den like a baby bird nesting in the branches of an old tree I try to get some work done...a perfect spot here by the window...getting orders in and finishing up paperwork, trying to keep focused on a list of things that need to be attended to...so distracted I keep finding myself as the pouring of snow sends me drifting off into thought... It's really quite amazing in its intensity, often blowing sidwase, the breeze shifting suddenly sending flakes falling into a rhythmical sort of dance then going on its way catching a wild ride on a gust of cold winter wind...even with the chatter and giggles of the girls playing in the other room, I enjoy the quit of snow falling on the other side of that pane of glass... It has this way about it that pulls at your heart, catapulting you back to childhood, preparing you for the childlike silliness that is sure to come as the day progresses and the kids lure you to play in its awesomeness.
I got to thinkin about everyone's panic in the days that preceded this one. A mad rush to empty the shelves of the grocery store, sure that the world would stop...many complaining of the neusance of such weather and the desperate need for spring to show its presence and never ever leave! In all honestly I love spring and everything it brings with it but truly I felt like the minority, looking forward to this historical winter storm that was inching our way. For one thing, in the land of motherhood you have no choice at all but to sucume to the adventures and crafts, living room dance parties that aid in the attempt to ward off cabin fever! There is a specialness during such a time that builds memories that will surly be passed on through your kids and their kids kids...if not I wouldn't be daydreaming of the days of old when I was my girls age awing at the wonder of Mother Nature! Sure I was born in Texas and spent such a large chunk being raised in its warmth but my brother and I were blessed to have experienced many a vacations to the gorgeous mountains of Colorado to ski with numerous other families where we swam in outdoor heated pools and made snow ice cream with cheeks turned so rosy by windburn from hours spent on the sloaps! The high school days snowed in an Atlanta basement with all my beasties laughing and playing, sure we'd never have to go back to school! Or the last huge snow that Lexington experienced in the 90's where my aunt, cousin, mom and myself stayed hunkered down, reading under our blankets for days on end, telling stories and laughing with tears in our eyes...
Sure the inclement weather causes trouble, inconveniences and hazards...I'd be lieing if I said I don't worry about Chris on those dangerous, shoulder less roads, out there braving the cold in this early breeding season, because I do and I pray for him continuously until he graces us back home again safe sound. I appreciate the wonderment of the season and feel gratitude for the little things in life that it stirs in me...for encouraging me to pause a moment, delight in it, play in it and fashion many memories in it...we mustn't fret too much, the changing of seasons is upon us, Spring not far off in the distance... After all that furry little varment did see his shadow and the weatherman said we have less than 30 days of winter to go!
Does the snow mesmerize you? What does it stir in you? I'd love to hear from you so do share in the comment section below! It's such fun hearing the many memories that make up the story of you!
Dearest Sarah, I love visualizing your snow falling down. I know you have provided lots of fun memories during this storm for the girls. You perfectly described your nessessity in praying for Chris as he travels the snowy and icy country roads. Here in Denver we have had several snow storms so far this year. But, the BIG one is due to start tonight. We are expecting 11-18 inches and the snow should continue until Monday afternoon. I have two new shovels to use on my sidewalks. One disadvantage of living on a corner are many sidewalks to shovel. Sarah, you are such a gifted writer. Please continue to write! You are so special to me. Much love, Harriet
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