Tuesday, February 13, 2007
They canceled school today. We stayed home. My children took turns looking out the windows at our back gate, watching the snow drift higher and higher.
"We can't get out that way," pointed out my eldest. Then a few hours later she went out to play in the yard and discovered the wind had hollowed out an area just inside the gate. It left enough room for her to squeeze out the gate into the field. Once she squeezed out she squeezed quickly back in, as if worried she might get trapped on the wrong side.
She and her sister had fun ducking behind the mound of snow - their little hideaway. I imagine it must have been cozy; protected from the wind.
When I was a kid we had a big snowfall one year. Or maybe it was a bunch of big snowfalls. I remember my mother cut a path into our back yard and when she finished the piles of snow were above her head on either side. Along the driveway the piles were massive (to my young eyes). Suddenly the terrain in our yard in the Land of Flat held some interest. My sisters and I dug tunnels and caves and trudged paths up hills and smoothed slides down them. We led expeditions of our friends through the yard, naming the moutainous peaks, pointing out special valleys.
Every winter after that paled by comparison. If there weren't mountains of snow to explore, then it was a bore.
I pictured that winter as I watched my children trudge and duck, exploring our snowy yard. Bring on the snowstorms! Pile up the snow! I want to explore!