Still Not Down from a Snow High

Ever hear someone say 'It smells like snow today.'? Euphoria, indeed!

Love your signature line, Roberta. Ode to a Louse, and the rest of Burns' stuff probably takes in about 30% of the poetry I actually appreciate.

Snow, I love it when it is coming down and can sit and watch it for long periods of time. And I hate to say this but I like ice storms too, the trees encased in crystal fascinate me. However, I do not like to be out in it, way to cold for me.

Hi Roberta -- count me in as a snow lover!!

I remember, when we were kids, pulling our sleds over to the golf course. In order to get to the 9th hole, which had a wonderful sledding hill, we needed to walk all the way across the golf course. Nothing really looked the same, because the snow changed the landscape. We couldn't see the sun, because the sky was a flat grey color. The golf course is thick with huge towering fir trees, and the weight of the snow pulled down the limbs. About halfway across the course, we would stop and wonder which way to turn. It was such a magical feeling. We were totally lost in a pure white world, surrounded by tall trees. We couldn't hear a sound. We kept turning around in circles, looking for a familiar path. Eventually, we would find our way out of the golf course, sometimes blocks away from where we had intended to be. Our cheeks would be frozen, but we were so happy!!

Oh, I jest adore the stuff. Nice to have an excuse to be out romping in it now that I've got the kiddo. I mean, I COULD go around making snow angels and trying to hit trees with snowballs all by myself, I guess, but I get fewer weird looks when the sozlet is in tow.

Roger, It smells like snow, it feels like snow, it looks like it's gonna snow. Anticipation (humming Carly Simon tune).

Another Burns fan. Nice to bump into you here. I'm thinking that 30 percent is about right. Maybe a bit more for me.

Joanne, Yes, I love to watch the snowfall. Watch the city turn from gray to white. Watch the rooftops become a pristine white. See the cars get buried in snow. Many years ago there was a tremendous storm in April. I'll never forget watching people skiing down Lexington Avenue.

PaL, What a great memory. Lost on the golf course in the snow. Nothing familiar. Everything white. Sounds like fun. I remember sledding in someone's driveway. The hills in the Bronx where I grew up were kind of steep. But two blocks away were private homes and driveways. None of the homeowners ever complained.

Sozobe, Romping with the sozlet. A great excuse to play in the snow. Fun for both of you.

I remember living in an old Victoria house on Sunset Blvd. in L.A. when I was a child and waking up one morning to find...SNOW!

He, he, LW that happened once to me in San Diego on Christmas morning it snowed in a neighbors yard, we had a blast building wobbly snow men.

Snow is a wonderful thing..I also enjoy the smells like, looks like its going to snow times, as do I love the nice fluffy flakes that just come tumbling down ..its very pretty to clean everything up with a coat of snow.
Then, it gets dirty, it has to be moved and cleared and all that...isnt fun.
I would like to go sleddingthough...I think it makes you feel much like a child again due to its wonder most likely, it never seems to be boring, thats for sure.

Checking in as a snow lover. I grew up in the Bay Area, and I'll never forget a 1/2 inch snow fall some year in the 50's. We were too excited to talk and just jumped around.

I worked one winter in Yosemite Valley and spent some time at Badger Pass, working in the cafeteria and skiing on days off. I can still summon up in my visual memory the beauty of the Sierra in winter and the utter quiet after a big snow.

We lived two years in NE Pennsylvania and, for all of my snow love, I grew weary of seven months of winter and the huge snow storms that left us buried for weeks. The temperature didn't go above freezing for 33 days, one winter, and the last snowfall was on Easter morning. I think snow and cold are for the young!

Snow is a sometime thing here in NC, and ice storms are more common, such as the one that just left half a million people without power. Our electricity was out for over 24 hours, and one is reminded forcefully of why we love heat and light when they are suddenly denied to us. On the semi-plus side, the bare winter branches are limned with crystal; the sun is out, now, and is backlighting the frozen trees, the same trees that are bending down and snapping on power lines. As my daughter said, One thinks of Yeats' "terrible beauty."

Hi there, Roberta

As you already know, I'm "snow challenged" (wrong part of the world/wrong climate) but I know about your utter delight at the stuff ... so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy! This is you best time of year.

It's funny how some people are summer people & others are snow types
isn't it?
I wish I could be in NYC to share your pleasure.
Is it going to be a white[/color] Christmas, do you think?

Before you eat your heart out, msolga, there's something we haven't mentioned - that big mess of dirty slush when the stuff starts melting.

Hey, can't you be both? I think what I probably love above all else is the change in the seasons. The first chill wind of fall, the first red maple, the first dusting of snow, the first real snowfall, the first purple crocus pushing through the snow, the first balmy breeze of spring, the first day you can go out without your coat, the first robin, the bright green of new leaves, the first day you can wear sandals, the first day you can go swimming, the first bouquet from your garden, the first locally-grown apple crop, the first chill wind of fall....

I love snow, but I love it more in December than in March. I love a good hot summer day, but I love it more in June than in August.

Sozabe great things to think about as the days grow shorter and colder

I think you can be both certainly...and agree with the admiration of a change in seasons. I think I would probably become a bit depressed if it snowed too much of the year, or if it was just hot all of the time.

I absolutely adore snow! Yes, the excitement starts with the anticipation,and the smell of impending snow, and that raw quality to the air, and the white color of the sky. When the snow begins to fall, I never get too old to want to rush out and play in it, and neither does Rupert,my 12 year old Retreiver.While I am making angels in the snow, he is tunneling,nose-first, or cavorting like a pup. (The snow is pretty deep this time. I dug paths for Rupert in the back yard. He uses them, but can't resist plunging into the deep snow, and leaping around!) And I have a picture of him in snow as a pup-looks like he's flying- smiling face, ears blown back, front legs forward, hind legs back.He is black, so, sailing over the white snow, he looks marvellous!
When my daughters were little, they had sleds. My elder daughter was born in Boston. I would tie a cardboard box to her sled, and pull her (under a little plaid pram robe) and my groceries, around Beantown.By the time my second daughter came around, they had invented those silver "flying saucers". THOSE are fun!! I can still hear the happy laughter of little girls when I think of those spinning saucers!
A very strong childhood snow memory: During Christmas Vacation from school, we kids would pull our Flexible Fliers a few blocks away, where there was an enormous hill. (We called it "Devil's Hill")This hill was actually a street. This was long ago, in the NY 'burbs. They had chains for car's tires in those days. But even cars with chains could not take Devil's Hill. The street was closed, when there was snow. And one night, during the holiday season, the people who lived on Devil's Hill would have a block party. How fabulous it was! Torches! Long tables of food, and hot drinks! Music -on a victrola, on a loooooooong extension cord!
And the night sledding! How awesome, wooshing down Devil's Hill, in the night!
Well-there's still a part of my front yard left for a few angels! G'bye!

Lightwizard, Snow on Sunset Boulevard! I'm having a hard time picturing such a thing.

Joanne, It snowed in the neighbor's yard? Did the neighbor have a snow-making machine?

Quinn, You're right. Snow is never boring. Whether you're out in it or inside looking out at it, it's never dull.

Kara, I don't know if I'll ever get to the point where I don't love snow and enjoy cold weather. I love your daughter's quote for the ice storm--terrible beauty. The downside of severe winter weather is the inconvenience, the danger on the roads, and the work--shoveling, plowing, and more shoveling.

Msolga, Yup, this is my time of the year. I kvetch, whine, and sweat all summer. But not now. Sorry you're not here to enjoy this with me. I'm throwing a virtual snowball at you, so duck!

Roger, Slush. Clogged drains. Shin-high slush. Cars spewing filthy slush as they zip by. I guess snow ain't poifect.

Sozobe, Yes, the joy of the beginning of things. I am not a summer person. I hibernate and hide from the heat. But I agree that the first snowfall is more exciting than the tenth of the year.

Quinn, Those of us who live where the seasons change are glad to see spring roll around after a harsh winter and glad to see autumn after a hot, humid summer. This past summer was horrid. If it was physically possible to embrace the fall, I would have found a way.

Joan, Rupert in the snow. He's a snow lover too. And the girls on their sleds. Devil's Hill. Oh, it sounds grand. And a block party in the winter. Sounds like a great place to be and a great group of people to be with. And lil JoanDark zipping down Devil's Hill on her Flexible Flyer. I love this.

Roberta you guessed it, but we were so little we still believed that Santa brought it for us.

G'Light, it snowed in LA when I was seven. Uh, I think I am older than you by a bunch. We lived west of Bundy at the time, just east of the Santa Monica city limits. Well, specifically on Wellesley Avenue, the street that intersected Wilshire with The Miniature Golf Course at the corner.

NOT snow as I grew to know it a mere year later in NY and then after that in Chicago, nah. But, still, s n o w ! ! ! !