Today, December 14, is our first real cover-the-ground-looking-like-winter snowfall here in Boston. I have such a soft spot for snow– it’s the fact that, as a southerner, I grew up with snow as a mysterious, rare and fleeting treat. Whenever we got enough to cover the ground, make snowmen, do snow angels or (oh joy!) go sledding, it never lasted more than a day or so. So we all pulled on our improvised snow gear and raced to the nearest hill with baking pans and whatever we could scrounge, so excited for that first snowy slushy slide.
I moved to New England 42 years ago, but the first snow has never failed to entrance me. There’s not nearly enough for me to pull out my cross country skis, but I’ll take a walk around the Fresh Pond reservoir and ooh and ahh at the frosted trees.
While I’m doing that, feel free to read this post about warmer weather winter walks with y family in South Carolina. I’m headed there next weekend, and will enjoy getting outside in sneakers and a light-ish jacket with family, friends and dogs.
What are you doing to take advantage of or endure the weather where you are? I’d love to hear from you.
