This past "winter" has been a bit of a let down. There hasn't been much snow, if any at all. The temperature has been going up and down, and sometimes it feels like spring is already here - that's how it felt at the end of last week.
Until yesterday ... we were blessed with a big amount of snow! I guess you can tell that I do love the snow. We've had about only one major snowstorm each year for the past few years, and it's disappointing :( I remember those days when we would have at least two or three snowstorms during the year!
These would be the times when I would be out shoveling and seeing the kids having a snowball fight, and there's just something in me that can't say no to that. So they'll all of a sudden see a random snowball come from where I was shoveling.
I guess part of it is that it takes me back to the days when I was younger ... oh wow, when you say something like that you know that you're getting old! But I miss those days when there was a snowday and schools were closed, well sometimes they weren't even closed, but the streets and roads were covered in just enough snow that I was able to convince my parents that it was better that I stay home that day. During these snowdays, with nothing ever planned it would always come to a point where my cousins and I would all go outside around the same time ... after some shoveling had been done by the neighbors and there were little mountains of snow on random spots. We would then hide behind these mounds, and the war on 90th street began!
This was never a timed war ... sometimes hours, sometimes a few minutes. It would depend on if there was an injury on the field of battle. The quick battles would be the result of someone getting hit in the eye or in the ear with a nicely packed snowball. That would stop things and depend on if that person was able to recover after using the blowdrying to warm up.
Ahhh those were the days. The days when the snow was more than a blessing, but a blessing we could play in. Those were the days when we could play in the snow even though we couldn't feel our fingers anymore.
So with this crazy weather of being in the 50's, then a snowstorm and being in the teens, I can only hope for more snow and maybe have another battle.
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