On my daily weather report app, a snowflake appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. On Thursday afternoon, our superintendent cancelled school for Friday. I was skeptical. Snow? Really?
The last real snow I remember was a freak one in early March of 1988. I was pregnant with my second child, and I remember my coat would not fit around my bulging belly. My oldest was 3. Neighbors made a snow bunny. Since then, we’ve had ice rarely, and snow flurries every 7 years or so.
I woke up a little later knowing I could. When I opened the door to let my dog out, I was shocked. Snow! Real live snow! Falling and sticking!
The snow fell for hours. Reports say we got 1-2 inches. To us here in South Louisiana, that’s a blizzard!
What a gift to open our Kidblog and see that Lynzee had written a poem about the snow!
So cold
No sign of letting up
Only white
White as can be
Falling down
Lonely snow
A white Christmas
Knowing that
Even then
Snowflakes will stay.And we
Rush to
Eat breakfastAnd play in the snow
Music floating in our minds
And snowballs
Zip by
Ice castles
Nothing can stop the joy of a
Glorious snow day–Lynzee, 3rd grade
Our local news station, KATC, made this video about the 2017 snow event. Such delight!
What a joyful poem! The video was fun, too. Snow is not unusual here in Indiana, but we’ve had a couple of light winters, this year snow has come later than usual, too. Our first accumulating snow is expected today, only an inch or two. That amount is fine with me! It will be beautiful, on the trees especially. But the roads won’t be treacherous.
Beautiful post Margaret, the poem and enticing “snowy carmellia,” thanks! We had our first snow for this year, overnight. Enjoy the snow.!⛄️ ❄️ ☃️
Snow! Oh my! What crazy weather we have.
What fun. Unexpected snow. We got about the same here today.
Your student wrote with such glee, Margaret. How wonderful that some get the surprise of snow for the first time! Love it!
Lovely post. I loved Lynzee’s poem, too!
Snow, especially when you don’t get it very often, brings smiles to all! Love Lynzee’s poem.
The joy of snow is so much bigger when it snows so seldom.