It snowed for two days straight, and while we did not end up, by any means, snowed in, there was still quite a bit of snow covering our neighborhood.  This morning, we slept until an impatient Ellette woke us up.  Then, with the guilty feeling of needing to do something worthwhile with our day, we geared up and went for a walk.

I love snow.  When I say this, I always get looks from people as though I am off my rocker.  It is sad that for many people, snow is nothing but an inconvenience.  It makes walking difficult, it makes driving hazardous, it means it’s cold outside and that makes them uncomfortable.  So many negative comments about the ways of nature.  I can’t quite understand.

As a knitter, snow represents the ability to wrap my family in handmade warmth.  And, more so, they appreciate it.  Ellette adores the chunky purple gloves I made her over winter break.  I had my first ever scarf wrapped firmly around my neck.  Without snow, I think more people would be looking to put me in a looney bin.  Instead, they eye up our hand knit outerwear with a little envy and understanding for it’s practicality.

Even before I learned how to knit, however, snow has always been enchanting.  I love sledding, skiing, building snow men.  I even love tromping through a foot of snow during a snow storm.  It makes me feel alive, and when I finally reach my destination, I have always felt instantly warm and cozy upon entering.  It makes the world seem quieter and more peaceful.  It accentuates the branches of bare trees and makes them look soft.  You can track different animals in the fresh snow, not to mention having wicked snow ball fights with friends.

So, this afternoon, we geared up and went outside.  After a small snow ball fight, we put on our yak tracks and trekked to the lakefront.

The frozen sand was an interesting juxtaposition in nature for us.  We spent a good amount of time breaking off discs of it to skip across the water’s surface. 

Before returning home, I made the realization that the waterproofing on my boots had worn off.  They need to be mink-oiled regularly to maintain winter-proofness.  Odin took it as an opportunity to waterproof everyone’s boots, and now we have a string of shoes drying in the doorway.

Looking at the set up, our house feels even more like a gnome cottage from a fairytale.

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