Meanderings on writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and life
A History of Snow
One thing I adore about my husband is that he loves to play in the snow. The first Christmas we were dating, he gave me a sled. Living in Missouri, we get two or three decent snows each winter, which is about right for me. I like snow, but not enough to live someplace like Buffalo, NY.
We’ve tried to pass on the “snow is for fun” attitude to our kids. Following is a collection of photos I’ve taken over the past few years of snow creations and activities involving my household.
In late 2006, we had a pretty big snow. Took us a while to get our van out.
Not that it mattered, because someone else’s car was stuck at the bottom of our driveway.
My daughter was 11 at the time and always wore a pirate hat, checking out the depth of the snow.
My son was eight and had his own methods for exploring the depths.
We ended up with an unconventional snow person that time.
In the front yard, a giant peace sign.
A couple of months later, we got more creative. An eagle/human hybrid.
Here it is from the back.
Snow spire.
We have a nice little hill in back of the house, and my husband builds a curved sled run, so we don’t crash into the neighbor’s fence. This was his first one.
As the years went on, he made enhancements, including constructing a launching ramp.
Around the curve!
Dec. 2009 – we had a snow cat.
My son named it Snow Star.
We’ve had a number of old skool snow people over the years, too. Simple can be fun.
In February, 2011, we had a historic blizzard.
And another snow cat. This one in a shelter. My husband and son collaborated on this.
This is what’s in our front yard right now. A snow elephant.
I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.
View all posts by thedamari
Nomadic Noesis 