Tonight it is snowing! The first snow of the season!

Becca and I walked to a craft show this evening and when we came out to walk home, the snow had started. No evidence of sticking yet. We may wake up to snow on the ground or not. Still, it is snowing.

How is it that each summer we forget that snow means slippery sidewalks, slushy roads and muddy footprints in the house? Tonight, all I remember is the fun of waking up to a snowy world. That odd white light first thing in the morning and the extreme quiet of new snow stays fresh in my memory. I suppose the complete transformation of the familiar neighborhood into a
smooth and sparkling white world carries enough wonder to chase all practicality out of mind.

A couple of times during our years on Mt. Roberta, we awoke to a dusting of snow. Usually it was gone by the time we finished breakfast. Still, we waited for those mornings each winter. Two
snowy mornings stand out in my memory. The first was simply cold at our house but when I got to the pool and was swimming backstroke, it was snowing on me. The second was a truly snowy
morning. I got up at 5 a.m. to make my normal trek to the pool. That day, I came face to face with the less magical side of a snowy day. Driving down the hill, I ducked under downed wires,
drove around trees hanging over the road, worried about slipping and sliding into the creek, and turned around to go home only when I came to a really big tree across the road. Maybe we’ll
have days like that here in our cozy neighborhood in town, but I doubt it.

I imagine that in this part of the world it will only snow a few times during each winter. Maybe we’ll get a couple of inches, maybe it will last a few days. No drifts, no blizzards. So, I say, “Let it snow!”