I awoke this morning to falling flakes outside the window and remembered the blankets of snow that covered the ground last year. This year the snow seems much more timid and less likely to take over our lives ~ canceling events and forcing us to stay inside sipping on hot chocolate warming our toes by the fire. Instead the snow seems to have arrived with a greeting and a reminder of the season, dusting the plants rather than attempting to take them out completely.
If snow is on the ground, I much prefer it to take over and change the view of the world. I appreciate the flakes trying to cover the ground, but I’m looking for snow that falls in such heaps that my tongue insists I head outside and turn my face upwards to catch a few flakes. I’ll still celebrate this snowfall, but my fingers are crossed for some bigger flakes.