I think it's funny when I post photos like this and people comment about how they hate snow. To me that's like saying you hate air. Snow is going to happen in this part of the world. You can't avoid it, so now, I try to just look at the beauty of it all. Don't get me wrong, by March I'll be ranting about snow. But the first snow is still special to me, even though it's my 49th on this earth. I hope it always remains special.
What I love about snow is how it magically transforms the landscape like you're suddenly in another world. How the pure whiteness makes you feel like you're in a dream. I like how it softens all the edges, and how it has an insulating quality so that the world is quiet and still as the snowflakes fall around you. I like how I feel like I'm in a cocoon. I like how the warm light of the barn beckons me across a snowy blue landscape at night, and how eager the horses are to see me now that there's no grass (selfish, I know). I like how they become playful and interactive.
I even like how it forces me to go push myself a little harder, how satisfying it feels when I finish those chores made a little more challenging by the heavy snow.
I like variety. Having grown up here, where our landscape changes dramatically four times a year, I can't imagine not having snow in winter. November is dreary without snow. All greys and browns. Then snow comes, sometimes when the leaves are still hanging on the trees, and the contrast is so striking. Like one of our apple tree still full of apples likes Christmas ornaments!