You see, last winter I complained and whined and threatened Maine that I’d move back to New Hampshire because there wasn’t as much snow here as I remembered having in the Lakes Region. Well I think Jack Frost heard me and is trying his very best to make me eat my words this year.
This is what today looks like:
But to that I say, Thanks, Jack — I love all this snow! In fact, bring on more! If I didn’t like it I wouldn’t live in New England. And besides, I’d never have had the chance to share these beautiful pictures if we didn’t have such a beautiful snow fall today.
I love snow. And what’s more, I love the feeling of a snow day. Everything is hushed — softer, quieter, and cozier. People stay at home and work in their pajamas and slippers while sipping tea. Kids are overjoyed to have a day off from school and they giggle and squeal in a glistening panorama of purity. Every person is a friend.
Today while I was shoveling out the paths around the group home where I work, I saw two strangers pushing a woman’s car up the hill. An elderly client I vaguely know was coming up the sidewalk and she happily accepted my arm. We chatted like we were old friends as I escorted her through the snow to the door. These things wouldn’t happen if the magical air of a snowy day wasn’t all around us.
I could never live anywhere that didn’t have a snowy winter. I couldn’t imagine life without this…
Here’s hoping that no matter what climate you live in, you love it as much as I love mine. It’s times of extreme weather like this that I really feel that this place is for me.
