I Love Snow
Last night we had a heavy snow in Philadelphia. Not exactly a blizzard, but a swirling, twirling profusion of soft wintry white covering and transforming everything familiar and mundane into a snug pristine blanket of snow up to a foot or more deep.
I love the snow.
Memories of wonderful times past ...
A 1950's style blizzard, must be two feet if it's an inch ... school closings on the radio ... All Lower Merion schools closed for at least for two days .... Hurray!!! ....Cream of Wheat for breakfast, then bundled up like the kid in A Christmas Story and out for sledding ... watch out for that tree! ... now that's what I call a fort; got you! ... "in the meadow we can build a snowman, and pretend that he is Rabbi Brownstein"... tired but exhilarated ... ruddy faced too ... how about some hot cocoa?... and butter cookies right out of the oven! ... Gee, I love the snow!
Thirty some years later ... this is what we call "snow," Brian and Brandon! ... "Wow, Daddy!" ... and all over again.
This morning I had to shovel myself out from under a snug pristine blanket of snow up to a foot or more deep.
I hate the fucking snow.