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.
-Charlie Brown Christmas, 1965, Charles Schulz
It doesn’t get much more whimsical, does it, when you behold a snowglobe featuring the Eiffel Tower, the Bennington Monument or some little cherub caroling, surrounded by swirling flakes of glittery, feathery snow?
We’re having a bit of a snow drought this winter. A lot of rain, but where I live it is bare ground and this past week because of the above-freezing temps, mud. My road turned into a real quagmire. It makes for much easier farm chores, though, and the animals can get out so much more easily. But when we do get a covering of white stuff, it’s brighter, prettier, and if you’re a summer gal, like myself, it helps you to enjoy the fact that it’s winter.
I remember when the snowbanks were up to my Shetland!
When I was a little girl, I was confounded as to how the scenes were made in a snowglobe. I remember thinking that it was real snow, too, that was trapped in the “Hail to the Sunrise” souvenirs that lined the shelves of the Whitcomb Summit gift shop. And I was amazed.One year my children and I made snowglobes as gifts by hot gluing dioramas in place on the lid of baby food jars. Of course, the whole magic of the trinket was debunked for my kids when we filled the jar with water, a bit of glycerin, and glitter. We then glued the jar lid on and prettied it up with a bit of fabric tied round to cover the “works.” An array of plastic moose, Thomas the Tank Engine choo choos, and Lego creations were forever entombed in fantastic swirling snowfall ever after and my kids thought they were treasures to behold. Gifts of the heart, for sure.
more than just a jar and glitter...
The upside of less snowfall means that hopefully when our days are longer and warmer in late April & May, the earth will be happy to be tilled into gardens and the chickens will be able to run around foraging for yummy grubs and worms all the sooner. Since my kids are half Hobbit, they’ll be delighted to ditch their shoes and go back to being barefoot out-of-doors. But in the meantime, we’ll make do without snowmen and enjoy our skating pond, sans weekly shoveling. If the flakes do fall, and accumulate, I’ll be the first to test their ripeness!
"Black" ice on the pond means we can peer into the frozen depths