12-10-09 Remembering Snowstorms
Some of you reading this blog live in snow country, and you dream of living in Hawaii. Those of us who do live in Hawaii remember what it was like to live in snow country!
I lived on Kodiak Island in Alaska, where I delivered my fourth child in the middle of a Williwaw. I lived in Rhode Island where one of our biggest snow storms one year came on Easter Sunday. And I spent the first eighteen years of my life in Illinois where the snow was mostly ice.
Then there was the December I spent in Canada, digging out from under the snow. Even in a place where people were more accustomed to it, the television announcer said people were encouraged to stay in their homes rather than try to go to work. It was one of the worst they’d seen in years.
I admit that I love seeing freshly fallen snow, however, especially when I see it on television.
So I’ll simply enjoy my daughter’s pictures from Idaho and be grateful I don’t have to shovel it off my driveway or walk through it to get to work. After being outside, I imagine her cold greenhouse will feel cozy.
We do have snow here in Hawaii, and many families head up to Mauna Kea with sleds and garbage can lids to slide around on the snow there. It’s very strange to be driving along a warm beach front, then look up to see Mauna Kea covered with snow. This happens when we get our heavy winter rains at sea level.
After all of that, I’m very happy to be living in Hawaii, thank you! Remembering all this cold weather and snow is actually making me shiver. I think I need a cup of that hot wassail I wrote about in yesterday’s post.
A hui hou!
