Aside from some lake effect snow at the end of November, it’s been pretty dreary up here. I have this idea that December 1 is a magical date, capable of imparting pillowy snow. Not so. I have pouted and generally been unenjoyable (I kid, I kid. I think/hope.) to be around, complaining about how there’s just nothing outside to do. But as you can imagine, my impertinence had no impact on the weather. Fortunately for Tony, a storm system arrived yesterday bringing snow.
There’s something about snow. It’s the world’s best rug for sweeping things under. A few inches of teensy white flakes, and the world looks fresh and clean. And like the world’s best detergent, snow makes even the grayest days bright. This morning, a little still clings to hardwood branches, and piles on evergreens. Now that there’s something to do outside, I must remain inside, glued to my laptop.
The snow also makes all the holiday decorations more cozy, appropriate and appreciated. I’ve been waiting for a decent snow to take pictures. Last night after dark, we meandered around Traverse City marveling at some of the man-meets-nature scenery. I love the way Christmas lights glow underneath a blanket of white, and another perennial favorite is the giant Christmas tree erected in the center of a downtown street. Just looking at it makes me feel like sipping hot chocolate, and perhaps ice skating.
I’m sure we’ll get out later, but for now, I’ll enjoy the scenes from Traverse City neighborhoods last night. Word on the street is that we might be out skiing later this week. Keep your fingers crossed 🙂