I woke and glanced over at the clock. 3:46 am.
How much had it snowed?
Lying in my nest of blankets, I imagined piles of snow draping the garden, layered upon the table like a huge dome of frosting on a cake. Did we have a foot? More?
I already knew we didn’t have school, so there was no need to get up and wait for a call. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper, willing my body to fall back to sleep.
My mind had other ideas.
Maybe I should just go to take a quick look?
I’d deliberately left the outside light on overnight, in case I woke during the night, and wanted to take a quick peek from upstairs to gauge the snowfall. But I’d slept through and now it was morning. Well, sort of. Still, I could just take a look. But I know myself well enough to know that once I’m up and out of bed, I’m up.
“Go back to sleep,” I told myself. “The snow will still be there when you wake up!”
So, I tried. Really, I did. I lay there beneath the blankets, my eyes closed, sternly telling myself to sleep. I was warm. I was cozy. I was dying to know how much snow there was!
Finally at 4:03 I gave up. I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to know.
I reached for my glasses, put on my robe, and tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Then I peeked out of the frosted window to the garden below. Mounds of sparkling white draped everything in sight. My eyes scanned the scene, utterly delighted by how the heavy snowfall transformed the world outside my door. It was absolutely beautiful– a generous gift from Winter, and one that was well worth getting out of bed early!
No matter how old I get, I simply can’t resist the lure of of a fresh snowfall.
Nix the comfort zone 
Yes! I love that dome cake! I cake imagine its sparkling goodness! You are right – snow makes everyone a child again. AND THAT’S A VERY GOOD THING!
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Earlier this winter we had 17″ of snow fall overnight. It was amazing to see the next morning! These big snowfalls have been a source of joy in this current climate and help me connect with my inner child 🙂 Always a good thing!
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Lovely! There is nothing that stirs the child in me more than snow softly, endlessly falling, covering everything. I would have had to get up to check … I doubt I would have waited even as long as you did.
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It’s nice to know that there are others similarly impacted by a big snowfall! At recess, the kids are having the most fantastic time sledding, building, and simply living exuberantly. It’s fabulous!
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So much snow here, too! And it’s still falling this morning. I love how your Slice unfolded and kept building as you fought against the waking. The tensions were spot on and I really appreciated the picture from that window! Stay warm!!
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I think you have beaten us in the snow contest! I’d heard whispers of more for us this weekend, but now it looks like it’s going to miss. We’ll see…
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“No matter how old I get, I simply can’t resist the lure of a fresh snowfall.” This!! The excitement and beautiful silence of waking up after a heavy snowfall. I always loved opening my windows to see it, as a kid and still now when I’m home in the winter! ❄️ Enjoy!
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I love how the snow muffles all sound. You can hear the silence! So magical! I suspect you don’t get to enjoy nearly as many snowfalls these days.
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Not as many, but I’ve been lucky to get them each Christmas when I visit home!
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It’s magical…
…wonderful spin on January life in Maine. Our plow guy says 25″ in York. And now the deep freeze. We have a second room for you and Kurt whenever…
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I had heard that York really got clobbered! It’s not the snow that’s so tough, it’s the constant cold this winter. It was -11˚ when I pulled into school this morning. Still, we get outside for recess and the kids have a blast in all the snow mounds. PS Be careful with your generous offer! We might just take you up on that! lol
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Your beautiful image is a whisper to me, about animals tucked into their hidey places, flower bulbs sleeping under the snow blanket & how it all looked in the sparkle of the day’s sun. A lovely meditative on the simple gifts that we crave more than ever, Molly.
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Your comment contains a poem, Jan. So lovely! I’m definitely appreciative of the small gifts wherever I find them. I hope there are many of them filling your days. Take care!
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Returning to look at the photo again, it brings to mind Ansel Adams, its’ ART. Appreciations for your kind words. I hope you & your hubby can keep cosy whenever you can, dear Molly.
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