Ok, I admit it. I love snow. There I said it.
As a kid growing up in Northern Ontario, we always had plenty I would sled and ski, cross country and downhill constantly. Each year once Halloween passed, I found myself with elbows pressed on the window sills, head in my hands, just waiting for the first snowfall to totally transform the earth white.
Even if you despise snow, you have to admit the first snowfall and accumulation of the season is quite beautiful. Everything is clean, white and pure.
Everything looks so different and magical when it’s covered in snow. During the dark, gray, dirty days of winter with bare trees and dead grass, a blanket of snow covering the landscape is a bright, refreshing respite.
Snow also brings much-needed moisture during the driest months of the year.
I Iove the feeling of walking on your own, with nowhere to go and no bags to hold. All wrapped up in a scarf and big coat. I love those quiet winter days and evenings. No one around to talk to, It’s like being at one with nature.