>The first snow changes everything. Earlier in the week, I was outside without a jacket. Now I’m pulling out the gloves and scarves and making sure my car is equipped with its snow brush and ice scraper. My students were so excited they asked if I would turn out the classroom lights so they could stand at the window and watch the snow fall. I said yes. I recognized the excitement of the first snowfall and let them express it. The clouds were so heavy that it was quite dark outside, and we could see the large flakes drifting to the playground where they became more slush than snow. The kids were amazing; when I turned the lights back on and asked them to settle, they did so calmly with satisfied smiles on their faces. Most are native to Wisconsin; snow is nothing new. But they still feel a thrill when the first flakes fall and the landscape changes. I understand; I feel the same thrill.
Ah, well, I’ll brush the snow off, bring in the cushions, and dry them off. All will be well. Winter, in its own loveliness, is here to stay.
>I love the first snow. Everything’s transformed. Pity that it has to turn slushy.
>It’s beautiful–I think it’s the same snow just starting now on Droop Mountain. Thanks for visiting Pocahontas County.