I have lived with many types of winter. Each one is wonderful in itself, but my favorites have been the ones with snow and ice and gray skies. I miss those winters.
Growing up in northwestern Pennsylvania, we had good winters. Sometimes they would arrive early and stay late. I can remember wearing winter coats under Halloween costumes and wearing snow boots with the costumes also. We had snow and if we were lucky we had snow days where we could miss school and stay home and play outdoors.
When I married we moved to Norfolk, VA. The winters there were a shock to my system. First off, there was the smell of the sea air that attacked my senses. It was cold in a different way. The gray skies were not the comforting skies that I grew up with . The snow was more like a heavy frost and yet the city would come to a halt when there was snow. I really did not like the experience of winter in Norfolk.
We moved overseas after living in Norfolk. Mostly we did not see snow while living in Japan. Although, there was one year where we did get a decent snowfall. It was exciting. I remember leaving the store after getting groceries and seeing snow flurries. I was thrilled. It continued to fall and accumulate. We got about five inches and I was in heaven. My best memory of that snowfall was having a friend who grew up in Hawaii call to ask me how to make a snowman. She had two small children and wanted to take them out to play in the snow and she wasn’t certain how to make a snowman. I stifled my laughter and asked if she knew how to make a snowball. She replied that she did know how to do that. I told her to make a snowball and roll it around until it was large enough to be the bottom, then to repeat the process two more times, making each ball a bit smaller. She succeeded and was thrilled with her success. Her children thought she was a genius and I still laugh at that.
From the land of not much snow we moved to Maine. Maine was the perfect place for someone who loves winter. I love Maine. I loved the cold, the snow, the ice, the wind chill. It was all wonderful. I would move back in a minute. But, alas, hubby is not as keen on snow as I am, so that’s not going to happen.
After Maine we lived in southern California for almost 27 years. I learned to appreciate the winters there. The winters appeared with a nuance. There was a certain feel in the air and you knew winter had arrived. Coats would appear and sweaters. Sometimes we would actually need to put the coats on, most of the time we didn’t. The mountains were a half hour from where we lived. In the winter, we would get up, look outside towards the mountains. Often hubby would say to me, “It looks like snow in the mountains.” This would be followed by his taking a personal day off. We would take our girls to school and head to the mountains to play. We would drive around the snow, have a late breakfast or early lunch up in the mountains and get back in time to pick the girls up from school with the tell-tale signs of leftover snow on the car.
Moving to the south we have had snow a couple of times. The first year we were here we had three inches fall. I was so excited! The dog experienced it first hand and he fell in love with the white stuff also. It didn’t last long, but, each year since I hold out hope for snow. I look at the clouds and sniff the air. The past week or so, it could have snowed, it smelled like it could and looked like it could, but, no snow for us.
Winter is one of my favorite seasons. It is a time where you can dress warmly and snuggle under blankets. It is a time that is refreshing and brisk. I am enjoying this cold weather we are having. I think on the winters of my life and am grateful for all the different types I have lived in. What is your favorite winter memory? DAF