You guys are the best. I ask for snow pictures to soothe my heart and you come through like gangbusters. And it’s December now so snow pictures are TOTALLY LEGAL.
I know there are still a lot of typical snowy areas still waiting for their big, season-opening snow – if you are missing snow, too, here is some pretty for all of us:
“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.”
― Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares
“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.” ― Frederick Buechner, Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale
(I always giggle at pictures like that, where the snow piles up and looks like a cake you could cut and serve.)
The next few are from my dear friend Christine Tremoulet, a photographer, who took these pictures in October on her epic roadtrip across the country earlier this year.
“Snow on one side of the canvas, silence on the other. I’d call that a perfect painting. ”
― Jarod Kintz
“She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina.
She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen
Thank you – you warmed and filled this Texas girl’s heart. I’d give you a hug full of hot chocolate and red wine and cashmere and love if I could. xo