I love the first snow fall! It is full of anticipation....it is something new and different that hasn't been part of my life since the previous spring when spring was teasing my senses. As a kid the first snowfall meant the hope of school being cancelled due to snow. It meant hours upon hours each night sliding down a hill in the back yard and coming inside to hot chocolate before crawling into a warm bed. It meant approaching holidays. As I grow older the first snow fall holds so many of the same anticipations. As the wet, big flakes mixed with rain eventually covering the grassy areas; I found myself looking forward to more and more accumulation leading to wonderful hours cross country skiing in the nearby woods. I continued to push away to dread of driving through snowy, slippery conditions and instead pictures trees blanketed with snow along the branches. While this snow melted away in hours, the anticipation lingers. It will snow again.
