Snow Days

It's snowing here today.  I love snow.  I never really lost that childish glee at it.  I love the hypnotic feeling of watching it fall, all those flakes, all different and unique, swirling and dancing in the air before falling and hopefully settling on the ground.  It creates a blanket making the everyday and mundane look fresh and beautiful.  I love stepping on fresh snow and the squeaky, crunching noise it makes.  I like snowball fights, and playing in the snow, making snow angels and snowmen and running inside, freezing cold for hot chocolate and spaghetti hoops on toast.  I don't care that I'm too old for it.

Sadly, I'm married to a man who becomes so grumpy when it snows that it sucks all the fun out of it. Seriously, the winter after we moved into our house, we had really deep snow.  I helped Kline clear the snow from the drive, but, apparently, I was doing it wrong.  I tried to make it fun, and threw a snowball at him and he went crazy.  We had a huge argument, and I ended up storming off to the shop furious, only to come back and find him flirting with the hot girl next door.   I've still not really forgiven him for the way he acted that day, not that I was worried about the flirting, just the way he made me feel.  Ever since then, I've never really played in the snow.  I'd hoped that we'd have children, then I could really play in the snow again.  That's not to be.

So, that leaves my lovely Scamp.  He never lets me down.  He loves the snow.  He sticks his entire face in it and plows it into piles that stay on his nose.  If I throw loosely packed snowballs at him, he frolicks and bounces and scampers.  I don't think he's any good at snowman making, but there's not really enough snow for that anyway.   Through Scamp, I've rediscovered my love for snow.

I have no idea how he ended up in rescue.  Sometimes I wonder if his old family miss him.