The Quiet Beauty of Snow

It has been a while since we have had the pleasure of snow at the cabin. We had almost no snow last year and very little in the prior year. But this morning Robert and I had the joy of waking up to the true wonder of winter. Five or more inches of snow.

Gazing out the window at the falling snow while sipping on my morning coffee, thinking back on my Iowa winters. In that vein I will share some snow memory musings interspersed with pieces from other writers that capture the spirit and meaning of snow for me. I hope it reminds you too of those joyful snow days.

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”  – J. B. Priestley

Growing up in Iowa, I loved being in the snow. Digging tunnels, sledding and tubing down the hill near our house. Building snowmen and having snowball fights. Coming home with cherry red checks, frozen fingers and tingly toes.

“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. -Stephen Chbosky

Some of my favorite snow memories are about when, as a young teen, I walked in the early winter evenings with my 3 legged dog Pete. Away from the houses and along the edges of the corn fields. Quiet, peaceful, and perfectly lonely. 

“I miss the snow. I miss looking at it. walking in it. tasting it. I used to love those days when it was so cold everyone else would be tucked away inside trying to stay warm. I would be the only one out walking. so I could look across the fields and see miles of snow without a single footprint in it. It would be completely silent, no cars, no birds singing, no doors slaming. Just silence and snow.”  -Damien Echols

It is time for me to cuddle up near the fire with Robert and our dogs, Ruby, Paddy O’Canine and Pancho. Tomorrow will be another snow day.

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