Patty: Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue. It’s fun.
Linus: Mmm. Needs sugar.
Lucy: It’s too early. I never eat December snowflakes. I always wait until January.
Linus: They sure look ripe to me
— A Charlie Brown Christmas, 1965
Tonight was the first real full snowfall here in NYC. It started mid-morning as I was on my way to get my perscription and as I walked back I got to fluff up soft, untouched snow with my boots. It reminded me of when I was a kid in Ottawa and getting to see the fun and play of it all. Animals, dogs in particular, really seem to find snow a neat thing to play in. And for some reason, I felt a tug on my heart: I so want a dog. I know next week I’ll get to play with my aunt’s dog, Marie, but I would love to have a house and my own puppy to be playful and silly with. While cats love you, especially when you feed or pet them, dogs love you all the time with total abandonment. It’s blissful.
It’s interesting how we find that winter is a time of hibernation and reflection, a time when we recharge our batteries so we can play and work hard during the summer months. And yet, we do play all year ’round, particularly in parts that are used to winter’s various faces, from big puffy “creamy” flakes to driving ice that batters the bricks sideways. While I can always do without the snot freezing kind of cold and the ugly slush that comes with being in a big city, this kind of near 0C/32F weather is quite nice. I sorta wish we had some on the balcony so that Bobcat could have enjoyed it some. She’s definitely more playful in the winter time and I suspect that it’s because her heavy fur coat is too warm in the summer time.
Next week, K and I will be in Halifax. It’s been years since I was there, especially in the winter. They do tend to get lots of snow but I think they won’t have too much while we’re there. Looking at the weather report seems to indicate a seesaw of warm versus cold days, with rain and snow mixed together. This should make conditions rather tricky when it comes to it freezing and such.But all in all, it should be fun.
One day, I will get to share this, I know, with a bunch of kids, some furrkids and K in our own home. Building snow critters, getting “soakers”, sluffing in and out of snowsuits in a hurry to get to the washroom, cuddling in front of a fire or heat, with vegan hot cocoa and mashmallows, and just enjoying. That is what life is about, not just this time of year.