Growing up in the Appalachian Mountains where there is snowfall beginning in October, ususally the 31st and sometimes not ending until the first week of April.
Now 2023, and NO snow to speak of. I miss it!
I realized the unexpected ‘Snow Day that becomes a Holiday’ hasn’t happened.
No sledding. No hot chocolate.
No TRUE ‘snow music’ that comes from just listening to the snow fall and its heavenly crisp tingling sound as it falls gently on the leaves, branches and any cold surface.
No unexpected adventure to the highest peak to walk in virgin snow and capture photos, make snow angels, sled and snowball games.
When ALL get to genuinely rest and the body and mind are able to restore themselves with a new peaceful vigor.
When and where ART becomes the activity of the day, or making a delicious pot of Chicken Vegetable Soup. And, for someone special, their favorite chocolate brownies.
Longing for this necessary cycle of life in the Appalachian Mountains
©Anita Adams 2/25/2023