First Snow

There is something magical about the first snow of the year. Yes, I’m generally not snow’s biggest fan. I dislike being cold and having to drive in slippery conditions and not being able to just chill (pardon the pun) in the garden. But that doesn’t stop me from appreciating it. The first snow of the year is kind of like New Years – a fresh start, a chance to go “Hey, this is different, time to change things up.” The world is suddenly blanketed with a quiet and expectant canvas. You take notice of the swirls your breath makes, the hush, the pinpoints of ice on your skin. There is a brief moment of glorious repose before we dive in. Thicker quilts are pulled out, routines change to make room for the “putting on of the winter gear”, and new activities are explored. You anticipate Christmas, and all the good and the bad that comes with. Shovels scrape. Children squeal. Time stands still.