As often happens when I am lacking material on which to post, a fellow blogger’s post gets me fired up. In this case it was that lovely lady blogger Arkansas Patti.
Patti complained that her winters were snowless. She loves the snow and asked her readers about their feelings for the cold white stuff.
Almost all of the comments she received were along the lines of
“You can have my snow, I hate the stuff!”
Some people admitted to liking the first few flakes but then hated the stuff and all the problems it brings.
I contend that snow is just one of those things you are supposed to claim you hate. It is socially incorrect to not hate snow.
Better to remain a closet snow lover than upsetting someone who does not like the stuff. If Gallop took a pole on like/dislike snow it would be 80/20 against. If there was an anonymous vote, it would be 80/20 in favor!
Now I have to admit that sometimes snow can be inconvenient, especially getting to work or causing a change of plans. Shoveling the stuff can be difficult. Slipping in it is an issue, and getting stuck in traffic or a snow drift while on the road is aggravating. In some instances getting caught in a storm off guard is dangerous.
Still, all things considered, I love the snow.
Lately in my area of “North Central South Jersey” we have had almost no good snow falls in the last few years. DAMN that global warming!
All the disagreeable things related to snow are cancelled out by it’s wonder. A good snow turns a humdrum brown landscape into a magical winter wonderland. Children’s eyes grow with excitement during a good snow.
My memories of a good snow are of watching it slam by the streetlight at night and hoping for a no-school snow day in the morning.
I even liked getting out in the morning and clearing the driveway and walk (hey, I was once young and strong) sometimes even helping out neighbors…if they offered a dollar, so much the better.
A good snow storm brings out the best in people. There is a certain comradery in everyone sharing the same inconvenience and also the same joy that a good storm brings.
On a normal day walking around my neighborhood people do not say hello, they just go about their way, not in an unfriendly way, just in a minding ones own business kind of way.
After a good storm strangers wave to each other. They stop and chat. They sometimes offer to help.
Ah, snow…sledding down a hill, building a fort or a snowman, snowball fights, skiing, just the memory of these things makes me smile.
Most people moan and complain about how much they hate the snow.
I believe many secretly love and enjoy all that it brings…they are just afraid to say it out loud.
Some readers may disagree. They will comment that they genuinely hate the snow with a passion.
I hear you, I understand…(wink, wink!)