This morning my husband quietly crept back into our
bedroom. “Get up, we have snow” he
whispered.
bedroom. “Get up, we have snow” he
whispered.
It was early, school holidays and both kids were still
asleep, and I could tell he thought he might get in trouble for waking me. But he didn’t.
asleep, and I could tell he thought he might get in trouble for waking me. But he didn’t.
I love snow. We live
in a city that gets cold in winter, but it doesn’t often snow here. The closest
snowfields are about a two hour drive from home. So it was quite a treat to get up and see our
yard with a light dusting of snow that had settled overnight. I love the crisp freshness that snow brings. And somehow (in my mind at least), if it
snows, it makes the bitter cold worthwhile.
in a city that gets cold in winter, but it doesn’t often snow here. The closest
snowfields are about a two hour drive from home. So it was quite a treat to get up and see our
yard with a light dusting of snow that had settled overnight. I love the crisp freshness that snow brings. And somehow (in my mind at least), if it
snows, it makes the bitter cold worthwhile.
While I stood in the backyard taking in the beautiful view,
I was reminded of how much I love it to be outside in a snowstorm. My husband is a good skier, (and I am not!)
so when we go skiing, he will ski with me in the morning, and then after lunch
he goes off to the black runs while I stumble down the beginner slopes or head
inside for a hot cuppa by the fire. I
have beautiful memories of one such day, my legs aching from trying my best to
stay upright all day. I had decided to
head inside and warm up by the fire.
I was reminded of how much I love it to be outside in a snowstorm. My husband is a good skier, (and I am not!)
so when we go skiing, he will ski with me in the morning, and then after lunch
he goes off to the black runs while I stumble down the beginner slopes or head
inside for a hot cuppa by the fire. I
have beautiful memories of one such day, my legs aching from trying my best to
stay upright all day. I had decided to
head inside and warm up by the fire.
On my way back, it started to snow. Not a crazy white out blizzard, but a
beautiful, gentle snowstorm. It was one
of the most peaceful moments of my life.
I stopped and watched the snowflakes on their gentle journey to the
ground, and was mesmerised by the soft quiet that had suddenly fallen around
me. I stood there, still, quietly taking
in the beauty of a snowstorm while others rushed by eager to reach the warm
comfort of the chalet. There was an
overwhelming sense of peace for me in that snowstorm that day, and I don’t quite
understand why.
beautiful, gentle snowstorm. It was one
of the most peaceful moments of my life.
I stopped and watched the snowflakes on their gentle journey to the
ground, and was mesmerised by the soft quiet that had suddenly fallen around
me. I stood there, still, quietly taking
in the beauty of a snowstorm while others rushed by eager to reach the warm
comfort of the chalet. There was an
overwhelming sense of peace for me in that snowstorm that day, and I don’t quite
understand why.
I headed back into the warm building and cozied up by the
windows watching the snow continue to fall.
It was really one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
windows watching the snow continue to fall.
It was really one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
So no, my husband didn’t get into trouble for waking me
today. I thanked him. I had the opportunity to experience a little
moment of calm with the snow before we woke our son and ran around the backyard
all excited, taking photos and throwing snowballs. What a beautiful way to start the day.
today. I thanked him. I had the opportunity to experience a little
moment of calm with the snow before we woke our son and ran around the backyard
all excited, taking photos and throwing snowballs. What a beautiful way to start the day.
