I like winter well enough, when it behaves. There should be
snow, especially around Christmas. Snow in the mountains is lovely. It makes
the skiers happy, and it’s a reserve for when summers get too dry. I even like
snow in the valley, from time to time; enough to clear the air and to protect trees
and bushes from bitter cold. Once or twice a year, my grandkids should wake up
to enough overnight snow that they can’t get to school. Snow days are some of
my happiest childhood memories, as are snowball fights, snow angels, snow
forts, and snowmen. It seems a shame global warming should rob my grandchildren
of all these pleasures. I’ve never been a huge fan of shoveling snow. But few
things can give you a better sense of accomplishment than clearing your
driveway (and a few of the neighbors’) and then settling down to a hot mug of
cocoa.
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