Snow is awesome.
There. I said it. Can we still be friends?
|Look Mom....HNOW! (that's how it sounds, anyway)|
I also happen to live in BC because I was born and raised here and happened to marry someone from Abbotsford, and his business is in Abbotsford, and our friends, and church and some family live here too, but don't judge me.
We are supposed to get a dump of snow in the next 24 hours, and I couldn't be more excited. I realize that 90 percent of the time when the weather office puts out a snowfall warning, little to nothing happens - but this time, I think they're gonna come through.
Even the thought or threat of snow sends people into a proverbial panic, and that in itself is fun to behold. Grocery store lineups grow long with people buying, no, hoarding food, diapers and tylenol like it's gold. Shelves once bursting with merchandise lay bare; every crazy carpet, bag of salt and shovel purchased in the mad rush. I have to wonder to myself - who is buying all this stuff? I have had the same bag of ice melter for three years now, and it gets used whenever we need it - but seriously, how does a city as big as Abbotsford sell out of stuff like that? Betcha it never happens in Blumenort. Maybe people do with ice melter like I do with icing sugar - pick it up just in case - only to find there are two unopened bags in the closet.
Kids lose sleep wondering if possibly, maybe, perhaps the next day might be declared a snow day cause it really only takes more than 5 centimeters of snow to shut everything down around here. You'd think that homeschooling would remove the excitement for my kids - but no chance, they still hope that their teacher will cancel class for the day too. It wasn't until I was married to a (now former) teacher that i realized that the only people that like a snow day better than students, are teachers. Silly kids, they like a day off (to mark) too! I do realize it throws commuting and business into a kerfuffle for a day or two, but there is magic to be found amidst the chaos.
|Note to self: must use the word kerfuffle more often|
On a snow day, the kids are allowed to break the "7 o'clock" rule and get up a little early. They scurry to eat breakfast, do their chores, practice piano, compose a Shakespearean style sonnet, do a study of Egyptian math in Latin, and then run outside** before the inevitable rain starts.
They stay outside till their cheeks are rosy and wind-burnt (but not frost-bitten, Dad, I'm careful). They build snow men, coax their slides six inches at a time down the minuscule hill in the backyard until it's good and packed and then they fly, repeatedly into the fence or almost over the retaining wall and into our neighbours driveway. They like to try and make something that resembles a snow angel - or a body outline, they aren't picky. Either way it's fun. It's only when they are good a drenched with the wet wonder that they reluctantly come inside. They know they might not get another chance before it starts to pour.
Snow days make me hungry. I do some of my best comfort-food making and cookie baking on snow days. It's probably because I spent the night before hoarding in the grocery store, so my cupboards are full. And there is nothing like a full larder that makes me want to do something with it all. I also happen to do some of my best eating on snow days, which is another reason why it's good we don't get too much of the white stuff.
|Betcha he'd like a snow blower right now.|
Going for walk after the snow has fallen is especially magical. It's even better when you are the first one out - leaving your footprints on uncharted territory, even if that uncharted territory leads to the mailbox and back. Some of my favorite winter memories are of Josh and I going for walks into downtown Chilliwack hoping to find a coffee shop open for business after the Fraser Valley Snowpocolypse of 1996, or walking down the deserted streets of Whatcom Hill after the Snowmaggeddon of 1998. I would like to forget the slamming Morgan's head in the van door incident during the Snowtastrophe of 2008, but we all got over that. I am sure food was involved in the healing process.
I say yes a lot more on snow days, cause I am reminded that a lot of little things that seem like a big pain to me (like bundling kids up in snow gear - which reserve the right to hate, even if I love snow), add a lot of fun to their day, and days like this don't happen very often.
|Check out the carrot - a result of snow deprived children.|
*Hope is a town just beyond Chilliwack,. "living beyond Hope" is kind of like the "why is Alberta windy?" joke, only better.
**They might only barely eat breakfast before scrambling to get outside.