Let It Snow

Let It Snow

“Oh, listen to how hard the rain is hitting the window,” I said to our four-year old as I carried an over-flowing load of clean laundry into the bedroom to be folded.
He ran over to the south-facing window-wall and exclaimed, “It’s snowing, Mimi. It’s snowing little balls!”
He jumped up and down, clapping his hands and saying, “I was so sad this morning when there was no snow. Now, I’m so excited!”
Ah, yes. Only through the eyes of little ones can we truly appreciate the finer details of life.

I used to love taking long Spring, Summer, and Fall walks with my “A-team”. We’d hike west to Ralph and Ruth Miller=s cow pasture, north along its eastern boundary to Dave and Diane Wilbert’s orchards. Turn right and walk along it’s southern border to the eastern edge of Joe and Marcia Englert’s acres. Another turn right to head south into the valley opposite our home on the hill. The last leg of our journey was the most difficult, because we were tired and yet we had to trudge west, up the hill for a reward of a cool glass of lemonade. We’d take this same route in the winter on cross-country skis, and later, on snowshoes to our reward of hot cocoa.
As we walked, I would often stop to point out the tiny little wild flowers, busy ants, and small animal footprints in the mud. We’d stop and stand very still in the woods to hear the different birds in the tree tops, look for them and identify who made that sound. Our noses could tell us when we’d crossed from the damp woods into the drier pasture, even before the warmth of the sun reached us.
Now, when I make forays into our yard with our “B-team”, they are the ones who stop me to describe what they see, shove something under my nose to smell, and thrust my unsuspecting hand into mush for identification.
My friend, Don Miller, still shares his hikes with his grown children and grandchildren via e-mail. He recently wrote: “…Took a hike to the woods in the valley today, and found that the salmon are spawning in the creek. They are very large, about 24” to 30″ length, and they splash as they go upstream through the shallow water. There is a log across the creek and it was fascinating to see a large one try to get up and over the 1 ft high falls. It tried from short distance and did not make it, and then went downstream about 40 ft in deeper water, turned around, sped to the falls very fast, and chickened out. Did not even come out of the water like the other times.
I waited for another five minutes to see another missed attempt, but then moved on.

the trees are 3/4 bare, but some are still green, others are yellow and the small maples in our yard and neighbor’s yard are deep red. Just a great view from our “tree” room as well as down in the woods!
This AM I woke at 7:30 to a beautiful sunny display of the trees described above, and then for about 5 min. we had a hail sleet storm dump a white layer about 0.25 inches to cover the deck. All is melted now as it is 39F out there. Then as the cloud moved east it blanked out the sun, but only temporarily. It is bright and sunny again.
I hope that you all have the same delight at seeing the changes in weather that we both have. Lynn constantly expresses joy at the sunrise and weather. Of course I have my pass and skis ready!…”
“Mimi,” my pre-schooler’s excited voice brought me back into the warm bedroom. “Fluffies are falling everywhere. The grass is all white!”
Oh, dear Gussie. What’s a mother to do? I put down the laundry and went to the closet to rummage around for the snow boots, puffy winter jacket, knitted beanie and water-proof mittens.
We went out to explore this wonderful, world of cold, wet, white fluffies, so, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow.
(This essay appeared 11/17/2004 Wayne County STAR Newspaper; Cornucopia by Kate Chamberlin; Copyright 8 2004 by Kate Chamberlin. All Rights Reserved.