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!