Quiet Snow

It's a snow day. The snow is falling in a silent powdery fashion, quickly blanketing the trees and hills. It's grey outside, no wind, just the snow.

School is closed so the kids are home. It is calm in the house, even the dogs are quiet. I am having my coffee watching the snow, it's falling faster now, it's thick and the flakes are large. Today I will make potato soup. The soup will simmer on the stove for a large part of the day. The aroma of the soup will fill the house.

It is just this sort of day that makes me think twice about moving south again. I would miss these days. There is something about the ease in which midwesterners enjoy the snowfall.

There are so many different types of snow days, each is enjoyed in it's own way. This particular snowfall is the lazy, comforting kind. This is not the kind of snow where you frolic and giggle outside. It's the kind where everyone walks softly, speaks in low tones, surrounds themselves with a fleece blanket and watches daytime programming that they ordinarily would not be able to watch because of school or work.

Growing up in the south if we had had a snow day it would have been such an occasion that the quietness would have been replaced with frantic hustle and bustle to play outside before the snow could melt.

I am gonna get my warm slippers on and get that soup ready for the stove. This southerner knows how to enjoy a snow day.