Winter Wonderland

snow, walk, woods
A snowy walk in the woods.
Image by Ashley M. Eveland

Snow didn’t come as often in the town I grew up in. Of course, when I was a child, there seemed to be snow (and snow days) all the time. One memorable year, we left school for Christmas break in December and didn’t come back to school until February because of all the snow. My dad and I would go outside and build snowmen and snow angels; then, he’d either take me sledding or pull me around the block in my sled while wearing horse bells. You can imagine how crazy it made the dogs during that time.

As the years went by, snow came by less and if it did, it didn’t stick or stay for very long. Our winters became very mild. Even though I’m not a fan of the cold or being out on icy roads, I missed seeing the snow during the holidays. It made it so much happier and joyful.

And then I moved further north in my state. What a difference a couple of hours makes! It seems we had snow every other week. Our snow had finally melted last week and over the last few of days our snow has arrived again. It’s kind of nice being out in the snow sometimes. On Saturday, my husband and I went to the park with the dog. It was so peaceful to walk through the snowy woods and watch the dog leap and bound over snowy logs. I was so surprised to see him do this as he doesn’t like to be out in the snow for very long any other time. His senses must have kicked in overtime.

I enjoy watching the snow fall through my many windows. Occasionally a squirrel or two will bound across the yard and it’s so cute to see.

It doesn’t make me want to move up to Alaska, but at least it makes me appreciate the beauty of a season I don’t stop to enjoy very often.

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