Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Okay, I might be sounding like someone that might have a screw loose you might say. The consensus of opinion concerning the weather with the latest foot or so is enough snow already! Towards the end of the winter season most people have had their fill so to speak. Complaints start piling up with every conversation as soon as the mention of a possible sighting of the white stuff is mentioned. As Yogi Berra said “It ain’t over ’til it’s over!” I like that. I know he was not talking about the weather but you can put his words to any situation.

Anyway, I thought we were all true New Englanders around here? It seems like a lot of people have gone soft. What’s a few extra snowy days in the scheme of things? We’re right here in it. Why go to Florida when it’s the same old same old? Why, I’d like to know, do people wish themselves at a supposedly better place?

You can tell I have no complaints when it comes to yet another reason to suit up and head out to tackle the white stuff. I don’t like to wish the winter season away. I find ways to enjoy it. I am sitting here typing this as a continuation of the latest seasonal splendor is gently falling down. The birds are happy with filled feeders and extra treats. Even the dogs romp and travel the pathways through the snow I have created for them around the house.

Back in the day you were expected as kids to get out there and do your part shoveling the driveway, walkways and clearing the mailbox. No one had snow blowers. You just did it. A day off from school? Yippee! I’m sure there was some complaining as we were pulled away from morning cartoons. But my mom would bribe us with hot chocolate (with marshmallows!) when we were done. We made igloos and made up goofy games like pulling each other with the big shovels like we were on a sled. My sister’s would pretend they were playing those guitar shovels and singing in our all girl band. My brother I’m sure had his ammo of snowballs waiting by the sidelines.

One year my dad carefully carved blocks of snow and created a small building for us. It was grand! Taking our flying saucers we would slide anywhere and everywhere and wherever there was snow was enough of a reason to be in it.

Now that I am older things haven’t changed. I still find ways to make the most out of a blizzard. My phone holds several photos of a typical snow day. I had had enough of shoveling and said “That’s it!” I knew if I didn’t stop the perfect snow would be changed the next day. So I built a snowman adorned with a cool hat and scarf and a cute dog with a Frisbee to go with him.

Some people never change. I’m glad to be one of them!

Debbie Curtin writes stories about people, places, events and other topics of interest that engage the reader. As a member of the New Hampshire Writer’s Project, Debbie keeps ‘in the game’ with other like minded people. She has been an artist and creative person all her life and uses the unlimited sources of inspiration that abound everywhere in her writing as another art form.


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