Snow, snow, and more snow. This is easily the longest, coldest, snowiest winter I remember in my adult life. It's the kind of winter kids dream about: each day a fresh dusting of snow, a beautiful, magical winterwonderland, a world that mirrors winter storybooks and old Christmas movies.
I'm trying very hard to continue to see it that way. I live in the mountains of western North Carolina, and while we're no stranger to snow (we even have a few ski resorts nearby), this is still the south, and we're just not prepared for this kind of snow and cold. In our former mild winters, I would dream of a good old fashioned New England style winter.
Well, we sort of got one of those this year, and ever fickle, I'm longing for spring more than ever. In the grown up world, snow brings not only magic and beauty, but also oodles more responsibilities and difficulties. There's wood to be brought in, fires to be stoked, water pipes to worry about, treacherous roads to travel (if one has to go out to work, which Mark does, every day, although I will say that snow has been most polite, seeming to be most intense on the weekends), not to mention the crazy school schedule that has everyone from teachers to parents going insane and depressed as they kiss spring break and summer vacation goodbye.
But, despite all that, I can't help but feel that first initial wave of giddy enthusiasm when you wake up and find the ground (still!) blanketed in white. Spring will come, and before long we'll trade in these cumbersome snow jackets and mittens for sundresses and sandals. Until then, another cup of cocoa and a warm, crackling fire, and all is well.
Snow, snow, and more snow. This is easily the longest, coldest, snowiest winter I remember in my adult life. It's the kind of winter kids dream about: each day a fresh dusting of snow, a beautiful, magical winterwonderland, a world that mirrors winter storybooks and old Christmas movies.
I'm trying very hard to continue to see it that way. I live in the mountains of western North Carolina, and while we're no stranger to snow (we even have a few ski resorts nearby), this is still the south, and we're just not prepared for this kind of snow and cold. In our former mild winters, I would dream of a good old fashioned New England style winter.
Well, we sort of got one of those this year, and ever fickle, I'm longing for spring more than ever. In the grown up world, snow brings not only magic and beauty, but also oodles more responsibilities and difficulties. There's wood to be brought in, fires to be stoked, water pipes to worry about, treacherous roads to travel (if one has to go out to work, which Mark does, every day, although I will say that snow has been most polite, seeming to be most intense on the weekends), not to mention the crazy school schedule that has everyone from teachers to parents going insane and depressed as they kiss spring break and summer vacation goodbye.
But, despite all that, I can't help but feel that first initial wave of giddy enthusiasm when you wake up and find the ground (still!) blanketed in white. Spring will come, and before long we'll trade in these cumbersome snow jackets and mittens for sundresses and sandals. Until then, another cup of cocoa and a warm, crackling fire, and all is well. 
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