Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Last week we got a little dusting of snow that ended up accumulating about half an inch and staying on the ground for a couple of days.  Snow is possibly my favorite thing in the world.  I love the way it dampens sound and everything seems muffled.  I love the way that even the most ordinary objects look beautiful with a dusting of snow.  I love the way that the flakes float to Earth so calmly, as if nothing could make them rush.  I don't know if this love for snow comes from growing up in Texas where seeing snow was rare and meant traveling out of state or if it is just a part of me.  There is something magical about snow.  It has the ability to make even the most serious adults become children again. This was evidenced by me standing outside with my tongue out trying to catch snowflakes.

Arrow loves snow.  However, he was not impressed by the snow here.  He is used to the snow we see when we go to Lake Tahoe, the huge mountains of snow that he can frolic through.  He gets so excited when we pull onto our street in Tahoe.  He immediately knows where we are and starts running back and forth across the back of the car from window to window trying to get out.
We will be heading to Tahoe for a week after Christmas and I can't wait.  I'm sure there will be much frolicking in the snow by everyone.  Here is a picture of Arrow from a couple of years ago in Tahoe that demonstrates his love of snow pretty accurately.

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