Snow has already come and gone several times in the last few weeks, but today’s snow has a feeling of permanence about it, as if it’s going to become the bedding layer for a winter-long sedimentary cover. Or, as Christina’s Rosetti put it:
Earth stood hard as iron, water like stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow.
I could be wrong. It could all melt tomorrow, but even if it does, this Monday snow is the harbinger: It’s coming. The locking in and locking down. The lights, the fires, the snowshoes, the shovels. The cocoa, the latkes. The frozen gate latch, the frozen water buckets. The hot water buckets, the snowflakes on goat lashes. The jumble of boots by the door, the hoping for a snow day call from school. The thick novel, the hot water bottle. The post office trips, the cinnamon tea.
If it’s not here already, it’s coming.
Let’s bake cookies. Let’s reenact our traditions. Let’s create stories to share. Let’s play games. Let’s fortify ourselves with song. Let’s power on the turntable and put those old records on. Yes, that one, the one that rings in the first real snowfall of the year. And then let’s sing along.
So much yes to all of this! Love the Christina Rossetti poem too!
Christina Rossetti covers all. I love her stuff. And we were just talking about Gordon Lightfoot last night! Another blast from the past and I hear he still does concerts.
Yes, he’s still touring. I’ve seen him a few times in recent years and he’s still good, but his beautiful voice is a thing of the past, unfortunately.
I suspect that is so. It comes to most of us!