Snow and a Fox Den
Apparently our area has gotten more snow this winter than ever before. I find that hard to believe. I’m not saying it’s not true, but… maybe it’s not true. It’s a lot of snow, but surely there used to be much more before roasty-toasty-pollution set in, and besides, I don’t think what we’ve gotten is nearly enough to make up for all the gloomy snowless winters I’ve seen ’round here. I love the snow: I love watching a snowstorm from the warmth of home, I love seeing it glitter at night, I love waking up to such beauty, and I love love love that I don’t have to drive the kids to school, go to work, keep up with any appointments, or do anything but enjoy myself. I haven’t even dug out my car. Pshhhht, who needs a car?
My daughter found a fox den today, belonging to a family we have seen many times. She followed its tracks down our neighbor’s hill which is usually very wild with plants. I stood there at the entrance, amazed and excited and deep down expecting to be bitten at any minute but not about to pass that loco fear on to my kids. If I can learn to love bugs with true honesty because I’m raising two natural-born entomologists, then I can be way impressed by a wild-canine discovery as I calmly stare into the mouth of a fox’s den (and imagine movement several times where there is none).
My neighbor’s nine-year-old joined us, not saying much, eating snow, telling some creative lies (a habit in her which I find really fascinating), and at first pretending or believing she wasn’t really going to have fun. But she did. Her smiles and laughter increased steadily over the next hour. And every time I fell with a startled squeal in the hip-deep snow, she found it amazingly hilarious. So of course, I fell a bit more often than necessary, though most of my falling was truly accidental, spiced up with an extra-loud yelp or a cry for help. There’s nothing like a grownup who can’t get things right to light up a child’s face, and I’m more than happy to be that person. And it’s reality based—I really do screw up a lot!
I’ve heard from some stir-crazy mamas who want out of their houses and a break from the kids, but thankfully this home-time is normal for us. As long as there is enough food and a working heater, I will stay home: making snow ice cream and cocoa, shoveling paths and playing hard, enticing my cold-wary son outside and releasing my weather-impervious daughter into an amount of snow I thought our neck of the woods would never get, and loving that we have, supposedly, received more snow than ever before.