I remember as a kid loving snow, and it covering the steps up to our front door (4 steps high). I loved having snowball fights, building snowmen and sledding. I remember being so excited one Christmas when I got a brand new sled! Those were carefree days indeed.
Not much of a fan of snow as I got older ... one reason why I now live in FL. Sunny today with mild temps in the 70's.
There is a drift that happens on the backside of our barn.... Used to be you could climb the inside wall and crawl out onto the roof of the lean-to attached to that side... Had to jump outward a bit to get past the hard snow that come down off the roof, but there is that breathless moment of being airborne, with no worry as to whether your feet are under you, landing a moment later in a magnificent POOF! in snow deeper than my head.
Another time, I found a downed tree that had no snow under it... bare leaves... and I built one of my first snow houses over that... I will never forget it - the eerie blue lighting of the sun showing through the snow, laid down on a thick bed of leaves, smelling like summer and dirt... one of the first nights I ever spent outside in the winter.
Time does go on... I am far past building a quinzhee now... But if I can get on my legs again (I tore up a knee this fall) I am not past a hot tent up in the deep woods, even if I can't do it on snowshoes... I would love it anyway going in on a snow machine pullin a polk with a hot tent on it, a stove, and all the trimmings. There is a solemnity about the outback caught in the silence of winter... the crisp air of below zero temperatures... The utter quiet of it all. Ten below outside and snug as a bug in the tent.
I hurt like crazy in the winter, but I would even there by you... So I will keep the snow. I love the seasons.
