As I sit on my window seat, I see the pale alizarin Crimson sun setting behind deep Payne's Grey hills with blankets of silver white snow draped over the rooftops. There are a few kids playing in the snow below reveling in the last of their 'snow day'. And my sweet, silly Jilly runs through the yard barking with joy.
I love snow days, too.
I remember the glee in a free day off school. I didn't get many living in Michigan as a child but my Oregon children got quite a few. They loved it and I did, too. Wrapping them up in layers of sweaters, scarves, hats, coats, gloves and snow boots brought back Michigan memories. I smiled seeing them slide down the hill. I helped them make snowmen and toss snowballs around. Soon they'd troop in dripping snow from their mittens with their friends for hot chocolate and cookies.
Some of the best things in life are messy.
It was cold and white and sparkly this morning and I couldn't wait to sink into the damp, bright snow. My first wonderful sight was deer tracks leading from the street across my driveway to the huckleberry bushes. The other day, I was going to trim those bushes because they hung out over the driveway, but something made me stop. Now I know why. The deer were going to need some food and I had it right there ripe and ready.
Walking to the park was a wonderful sight.
I saw the lake surrounded by white. Bridges over the lake and into the forest all shimmering.
My favorite willow tree snow covered.
Snow packed gently into the arches of the stone bridge and along with railings.
Even crystal flakes made the fading pink roses shine.
Best of all was taking a snow day with my sweet granddaughter, Meyer. Watching the snow swirling down through her eyes, brought back the wonder and the magic of snow days once again.