The major preoccupation of the moment is snow. After a relatively quiet winter, February has once again proved to be the month when all the snow storms come, in quick succession. We received our first major storm last Thursday — about 10 inches, enough to cancel school and have a 2-hour delay on Friday. A minor dusting on Saturday gave way to non-stop snow today, on Monday, which is expected to continue into tomorrow and probably cancel school.
I’m the first to groan about the sheer inconvenience of it all. What a bother — school closing, working from home, treacherous sidewalks and roads, and more than a few miles on a treadmill. But give me an hour in the woods on my XC skis and I’ll make my peace with the realities of the New England winter.
Little Boy had an afternoon birthday party that we feared would be cancelled, but thankfully the snowfall remained slow and steady. Unlike the previous fluffy snow we’ve gotten, this was a wet heavy snow, perfect for snowballs and snowmen and other frozen creations. So after the party we took to the front yard to build. I assembled a rather tottering snow man while Little Boy made a snow throne to relax in.
I was worried that the snow man would topple over on top of the throne, so before we went inside I told Little Boy to knock it over, which must have been great fun.
He then tried to climb on top of the remaining snow body and promptly crashed to the ground.
It’s hard not to feel a little despondent when the entire region is covered in many, many inches of snow and there is still more falling, but with age and more than 20 years living in New England, comes wisdom. 1: There’s nothing I can do about it, 2: Snow is fun if you find ways to enjoy it, and 3: It melts.