I love the silence of a heavy snowfall. It is always surprising that so much stuff can be falling from the sky and not make any sound.
I love fresh snow! Once it starts to snow, it can just keep snowing and snowing every few days and I am a happy girl. I don’t love brown crusty snow. I don’t love shoveling or running the snowblower (luckily I have a few kids I can order around to do that!).
I love that our city is really good about plowing and sanding our hilly streets as soon as possible. They are actually quite quick, considering. I don’t love the aftermath the plow leaves in the path of our driveway. Plowgrade snow is so dense and heavy.
I love the feeling of walking down sidewalks that are cut into snowbanks, when the snow is high on both sides. I love it when a long pile of snow separates the sidewalk from the street. It feels like a secret pathway. I don’t love it when the snow melts just a little bit and that secret pathway becomes super icy as it freezes again. It’s even worse when the ice is covered by a light dusting of snow . . . so slippery. Then I end up walking in the street.
I love walking and being outside in chilly temperatures, from 15 degrees to 45 degrees. I don’t love subzero temperatures when the daytime high is double digits below zero and my dishwasher freezes.
I love when a fog rolls in and freezes onto the forest, coating the trees in a magical frost that looks like a fairy tale. I don’t love driving in the fog on icy streets. I don’t love when the inside of my windshield frosts over and I can’t even scrape it off with an ice scraper because it’s on the inside, and the curve of the windshield doesn’t allow for scraping, so I have to wait for the car to warm up and the defroster to take care of it.
I love that there is a family of bunny rabbits who have wintered in a den under our back deck for the past years. They are so fun to watch hopping about in the early morning and late evening, and I love seeing the tracks they leave in the snow as they hammer out paths to and from the places they go. I don’t love the piles of rabbit poop they leave behind in select areas near the deck. It becomes quite apparent where their toilet area is when the snow melts.
I love snow covered branches on trees, when everything looks like it has been dolloped with white frosting. I don’t love when the branches are so overloaded with snow that they begin to break, and bushes start to topple over.
I love icicles. I don’t love icy sidewalks and driveways.
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