This is a view out the kitchen window today.
It's not often we get snow that lands straight.
Usually it's windy,lake effect and not too pretty.
But this one is and it so reminds me of my childhood.
The fluffy snow that kids love to jump and roll in,
making snow angels as Mom watched out the window.
I was always in such a hurry to get outside
that I had no patience for the long process it took
to get there !
The first layer of clothing was on,but the next few took forever
and by the time I was bundled to Moms satisfaction she had to
get dressed as well to get me out the door. I remember her
lifting me off the porch,then leaping back through the door
hollaring " have fun honey" I'll be watching.
So there I stood, ready to leap in the snow,just couldn't move.
The 2 pairs of mittens were tucked under the sleeves,snowsuit
pulled up to my nose with the scarf making sure every breath
might to be my last. The boots with 2 pairs of wool socks
impossible to move and yet there I was with the vast frozen tundra
just waiting for my leap. Alas ,it wasn't meant to be,the snow
banks were too high and besides I might never be found if I
managed to jump in there anyway.
So I just waddled along the sidewalk,hoping soon to be rescued
so the undressing could begin.By then I had to go to the bathroom
Sometimes my Papa would show up with a smile of understaning on his face and
give me a lift. Always my hero.
Ah yes, this is that kind of snow and I love those memories.