I have to say I love snow! For snow-starved neo-Portland transplants raised on four distinct seasons, the mountain is a quick hour’s drive away when the jonesing gets too bad. But having that soft, fluffy white stuff coat our neighborhood is a rare treat in the actual city – especially in February. I love it even when it covers up the swelling buds of my beloved plants! In fact, I’d even venture to say that they look better in snow than against the saturated darkness of the soil – so glisteningly fresh and wonderful!
The kids love it too – they get a day off from school! Snow pants, gloves and sweaters come on, and I watch (and cower) as a snowball fight ensues with the neighborhood kids. As they take their armies down the street, my camera and I try to capture some of the stoic beauty of the earliest pioneers to bloom against the white.
A few hours later, when everyone from the warring tribes is soaking wet and exhausted, with cold fingers and rosy cheeks, I serve up grilled cheese sandwiches and soup for lunch, while their dripping garments are hung up to slowly dry. A quick look out the window reveals that the morning’s magic is rapidly melting away… Oh well, it was lovely while it lasted!