March Snow

I equally love December and March snow…but for very different reasons.

December snow is new and exciting. It’s been months since we’ve seen it and we eagerly welcome it back. I’ve lived in New England my whole life and I still get excited about that first snow of the season. It’s beautiful. It covers the ground in a blanket of pure white and adds a calmness to the world. It makes the holiday season feel so special. During our first snow this year I stopped and glanced around our neighborhood. Houses frosted in icy white snow, decorated and lit up for Christmas. I felt like I was inside a miniature Christmas village and it was wonderful.

I’ll be honest though. By February I’m over it. I’m cold. We’ve all been sick and cooped up. We are ready for something different….but then March comes.

There’s a certain amount of affection that I have for snow this time of year, knowing it might be the last time we see it until the following winter. Like time spent with a good friend who will be moving away soon, I enjoy every second of it. I appreciate it in a way I’m unable to in late January. Like that last mile of a marathon, I know we’re almost done. We’ve made it through the hardest parts of the winter and are headed into the final stretch where relief will come. There will be warmth, rest and barefoot days again.

But yesterday though, yesterday we enjoyed the big boots, ski pants, sledding down the little hill, rolling in the white sparkled end of season snow and it was lovely distraction.