It’s Friday afternoon and it’s snowing. All cities around us have already had snow. All of my friends have been inundated with it this year. My extended family has suffered through feet upon feet of snow, ice and power outages. But for us, this is our first snow of the season. As usual, we live in an area that is on the edge. You know that line on the radar where white changes to green? That’s where we live. When others are getting beautiful snow, we are getting freezing cold wind and rain. Misery. I know that many people have had it with the snow this year. I understand completely. But as I said before, this is the first time we’ve seen any flakes! Somehow, the snow gods smiled upon us today and we should actually have enough accumulation to make a snowman tomorrow. Hallelujah!
A little while ago, I put on my long coat, heated up my mug of tea and stepped out onto the porch for a few moments. I was instantly calmed. A smile appeared. All of the usual noises had been dampened by the snow. The birds that were in the yard earlier had found their nests and bedded down for the night. No one was driving on our street. It was quiet. A blanket of white had enveloped our neighborhood. Everything looked clean and fresh.
Nine years ago, I was pregnant with Abigail. In April of that year, Robert and I went on our last ‘there’s only 2 of us’ trip. I was five months along in my pregnancy and feeling good so we packed up and headed to Yosemite. When we got there, the weather was nasty. Cold, raining and cloudy. It stayed that way for three days. Amateur photographer Robert was not thrilled. We couldn’t see the top of anything. I’m not ashamed to admit that we were disappointed.
On the last afternoon, it began to snow. We had dinner in the main lodge where we were staying and headed to our cabin for our last night in Yosemite. We sat outside and listened to the snow fall. It was a sound like no other. One snowflake finding its resting place doesn’t make much sound but the millions of large wet snowflakes falling sounded like a symphony. The sky was a deep cobalt blue. It snowed 18 inches that night. The next morning we headed down the un-plowed road back towards the park. The snow was brilliant and glittering white in the morning sun. It was gorgeous. We were in heaven. We took one last lap around the park and finally saw all of the grandiose beauty of the mountains.
Tonight as I watch the snow fall through the living room windows, I am reminded of that trip to Yosemite. It was a wonder filled time in our lives. Now our children are the wide eyed ones watching through the window as the snow covers their world. Tomorrow morning, in a flurry of boots and scarves, we will explore the snow as a family. I can’t wait!