When You Are Snow Bound

What do you do when you are expecting the year’s worse snow even if it is in March?  Living along the foothills of the Blue Ridge, we do get snow, but not very often do we see 8 or more inches.  Relatives up north laugh sometimes when I will joke and say they saw a snow flurry and they will be losing schools.  I grew up in Michigan, snow was just a part of life.  We enjoyed many winter outdoor activities.  We would build a snow fort.  We would spend many an hour making snowballs and stashing them behind said snow fort.  We always had a neighborhood snowball fight.  We built many a snowman ( without a modern snowman making kit).  Our neighbors had a pond that served as the neighborhood ice skating rink.  The same neighbors had the best hill for sledding.  Have you ever went ice fishing?  We would drive the car out on the lake, and drill a hole in the ice.  I tell people my stories about my childhood and sometimes they look at me like I was crazy or something.   Do you remember how much we enjoyed being children “back in the day”.   Now children are scared to be children,  simple things, innocent things we enjoyed as children will probably not be carried on the next generations.  Simplicity has been replaced by technology.

My 13 year old daughter and 2 grandsons went outside to play this morning, they lasted less than 10 minutes.  It took them longer to get dressed.  I think my mother would have turned us around and told us that there was more snow for us to play in.  Yesterday my daughter decided she was going to make “snow cones” using real snow, I was a bit impressed as it didn’t involve using her iPad.  My daughter looked outside and looked at me and just stared .  I asked her what she was thinking about , and she said ” you know Daddy would have loved this storm”.  I just said yep, every now and again it still hits us hard like it was yesterday not almost 2 years ago.

We had decided to have a snow party of sorts at my house since we were expecting the storm of all storms and I have the fireplaces should the power go out.  Hot dogs, hot chocolate, and yes, bread and milk were purchased with the planning of being housebound with little people as well as big.  Firewood was brought in and loaded at the fireplaces and extra put aside.  Then we waited..and we waited and boom the sky opened up and dumped 8-10 inches upon us.  The snowplows and scraper ran all night and the roads look wonderful.

As I sit here in my office at my desk overlooking my snow covered yard, it brings back all the fun I had as a child.   I believe I have reached the age that I see the beauty in the snow.  It is picturesque.  I don’t really see it as a play thing for me. I am at that point in life that I am okay standing back and snapping some pictures of my family enjoying this snow of all snows.   I love to see the excitement in my grandchildren’s eyes with the new fallen snow.  I hope for them to be able to pass their excitement onto their children and for them to be able to tell the stories of “back when I was a kid”.