With all the snow we’ve had lately it made me think how when I was little I loved going outside and playing in the snow. It didn’t seem to bother me to be cold. Now I’m outside for a brief period and my toes feel like they are frost bit.
You obviously didn't know that when I was about 16, Ruthie and I walked to the Quick Shop to buy a pack of cigarettes when we were off school because of the snow. The mounds of plowed snow along the road were taller than us!
Or the time I was approaching 20 and had recently ended a five year relationship with a guy. A new date and I drove to Warren's house in the country and went snow sledding. We laughed so hard flying down the hill on the sled, the cold wind in our face, and crashing, rolling through the snow.
And then there was the time my daughters and I sat in the spa looking at all the snow. Inwardly I was at a crossroads; one that no one was aware of but me. It was my birthday and I felt old and a bit hopeless. I jumped out of the spa, and in my swimsuit I ran out into the yard and created a snow angel. I jolted some sense back into my spirit.
Mom, I wonder about any of your snow memories… there are none that I'm aware of.
And here are some shots of my most recent snowy walk outside when my toes screamed,"Get inside! Now!"
In this last picture, see if you can find the deer, and yes, there are more than one.