It snows in South Florida.
Large, black flakes that fly through the air and then land on everything in sight, leaving a black film of ashes everywhere. On clothes, in hair, on clean laundry hanging on the clothesline.
It happens every time the sugar cane fields are burned. While I was always mesmerized by the sight of the glowing orange flames and the sound of the sizzling and crackling fire, it can’t hold a candle to the sight of fresh, white snow.
For years I dreamed of seeing snow and even went as far as requesting tourist packages from multiple cities just to see the pictures of the pristine scenes of snow-covered trees, fields and country cabins.
Every year I took my vacation in December so that I could visit Courtney and the grandkids in Kentucky, hoping every year that my dream would finally come true. But alas, it never did. In fact, it never failed that the snow would come after I had already returned to Florida, leaving me to wonder if the day would ever come when I would finally see snow with my own eyes and not in magazines.
When the opportunity came for me to leave Florida and relocate to Indiana, I was elated. I knew I was leaving behind a lifetime of friends and memories, but I was ready for a change, for a fresh new start somewhere different. I have never regretted my decision, nor have I ever looked back. I am living my dream.
Now, when snow is in the forecast, I don’t have to worry about missing it because I have to go back home. I am home. And if the snow does fall, I am there to see it and take it in with fresh eyes every single time and experience the same feeling that I felt seeing it for the first time. It truly is a sight to see.
I am always amazed at the silence. Snow makes no noise when it’s falling. I love sticking my gloved hand out and letting the flakes fall onto the fabric so I can see the majestic patterns, no two being alike. When everything is covered, it looks like marshmallow creme, solid white and smooth. When I know that snow is on the way, I plan my “comfort food” meals, dishes like chili or chicken and dumplings. There’s something special about eating those foods when it’s cold and snowing, and it makes me feel all comfy inside. The moon’s reflection on fresh fallen snow lights up the darkness, appearing as though lights are shining. Flakes shimmer like diamonds in the sunlight. It crunches under the weight of shoes/boots. Touching it with a bare hand is the equivalent of sticking your hand to the inside of a freezer. It is soft…and cold.
If you’ve ever seen snow, touched it and played in it, then you know what I’m talking about. If you’ve never seen snow, you don’t know what you’re missing.
Here are some of my favorite shots of a winter wonderland. Hope you enjoy them!
(My neighbor’s garage, our tool shed, me making a snow angel)
(My backyard and patio table, the oak tree in my front yard)
(These are all from our snow on January 11, 2019. My front yard, Bruce the Spruce, my hand print, a heart I drew in the snow, the front of my house, the oak tree in my front yard)
(These are all from my first time seeing snowfall in Indiana. Me “battling” the cold and snow, kids and grandkids building a snowman, the road leading into Lapping Park, a snow mound in Lapping Park)
Would I give all this up to go back to Florida? To the land of endless sunshine, beaches…and hurricanes? Not on your life!
Until next time…
Take care and God Bless!
Personally I do not like snow as I relocated from Ottawa, Canada, to Simcoe, Canada, small town extremely close to Lake Eerie but with very little snow. However I do love your snow photos and your description of how you feel with having relocated to Indiana and loving all the snow you can get…. ( aka. Ann-Marie )
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Another great story!!
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