Is there anything more beautiful than softly falling snow? Or a drab, bland landscape of dormant trees and grey tones transformed into a winter wonderland covered in a blanket of white? Personally, I can’t get enough of the white stuff. We lived in Maine for 4 years, and nearly every year the ground was covered in a mantle of white from December until March. One year, the snow banks on the side the street (from the plows) reached about 4 feet high. I went cross country skiing, played in it with my son, had a little fun in our Ford Bronco. We had snowball fights and built snow forts. 

I just don’t understand some people’s bitter reaction to snow. I know driving in the snow can be treacherous and there is the shoveling and the accompanying cold weather, but you have to take the bad with the good. Everything in this life comes with drawbacks. Even the most ideal job has tasks that no one likes. The most perfect marriage has its share of rough spots.  I suffered through  Fox’s 24 last year in spite of the incredibly offensive Janeane Garafalo. In my humble opinion, the positives associated with snow far outweigh the negatives. Is there anything in this life more satisfying than coming in from the snow, shaking the fluffy white stuff off your boots, and sitting down in front of a fire with a cup of hot chocolate or a hot toddy?

If I had to choose between 12 months of hot humid weather, or 12 months of snowy weather, it would be a no-brainer. From the sunlight glistening off the snow, creating imaginary diamonds, to the infinite perspective created at night from the light bouncing off the white snow, it is almost magical. To my ears, the cries of “Ugh, I hate snow” are akin to “Bah Humbug” at Christmas time. If you don’t like the snow, keep it to yourself, or move to Florida.