My opinion of snow and of winter has changed. I no longer have a sled, and haven’t been sledding in years, not since my own kids were young. Nor have I made a snow angel since I showed my kids how, or a snowman, or a snow house. I still shovel snow, but I don’t like to and I don’t get paid for it.
I don’t dislike everything about snow. It does make beautiful scenery, particularly when it covers not only the ground, but every leafless tree branch and turns evergreen trees into towers of white and green. It makes birds, except snowy owls, more easy to spot. When there is snow on the ground, more birds visit my bird feeders, sometimes including a visitor from farther north, a red-breasted nuthatch, pine siskin or redpoll.
Then there are tracks in the snow. Tracks in fresh snow tell me when there was a deer, or more than one deer in our yard or pasture during the night. Tracks from a tree in the yard to my bird feeder tell me a squirrel visited the feeder, though I didn’t see it. I haven’t seen a rabbit in our yard in some time, but this winter I’ve seen rabbit tracks in the yard.
I haven’t seen a fox in ages, but this winter I’ve seen fox tracks in the snow. Looking at tracks in the snow, following tracks in the snow, is something I did and enjoyed as a boy that I still do and enjoy.
One more plus for snow: When the wind isn’t blowing, a blanket of snow creates a stillness, a quiet. Go out, particularly at night, when the temperature is low and there is no wind, when there is no sound of traffic, then stop and listen and luxuriate in the silence, the peace.