This year I’m participating once again in the “Journal Your Christmas” project for 2010 at www.shimelle.com. I signed up for it last year and the cool thing about it is once you pay for the class, then you can participate for free every year afterward.
This is a class geared toward those who enjoy scrap booking, journaling and/or blogging. “Shimelle” provides inspirational ideas for each day of the month and you may choose how you want to express yourself with the idea. As you can see, since it’s December 2nd and this is my first post, I’m not firm about having to do the posts every day because I know how busy the month is. My goal is to do more of these posts than last year and I only did one or two in 2009, so the bar is pretty low.
The prompt for today was about taking pictures of the snow and since I live in Phoenix, Arizona and we may only get a light dusting of snow every decade or so, that’s not exactly possible right now. What I will do is share a picture that I took in January when my husband and I traveled about 2 hours north to Flagstaff after a big snowstorm. It was just gorgeous!
I am familiar with snow. You see, I lived in Ohio for my first 16 years and I really love the glittery crystals. It brings back so many memories of winters growing up. I never had to drive in it so I’ve got a somewhat romantic view of snow. Some of my most fond memories are…
- Waking up on Christmas morning to a snow-covered world. It was somehow more magical when it happened overnight at Christmas.
- Learning about snow at school and going out to collect snowflakes with the class so we could look at them under a microscope. Did you know that every snowflake really is different? They are amazing works of art.
- Waking up on a school day to lots of snow and listening to the radio to find out if the schools were going to be closed for the day.
- When we learned that we had the day off it wasn’t long before we were out playing in it. Building forts, making snowmen, snow angels, igloos and so much more.
- Substituting socks for the lost mittens that should have been on our hands…sometimes adding a plastic bag over the sock to try to keep our hands dry.
- Coming back into the house cold to the bone, stripping off all our clothes and switching them out for dry and warm ones.
- Standing by the heater vent trying to warm up my cold red hands and feet.
- Sitting inside the house enjoying the quiet of a snowy day. It’s like having an extra layer of insulation all around the world. Everything is just quieter somehow.
- Walking down to the neighborhood outdoor ice rink where we’d skate all day.
- Sledding on “Cardboard Hill” a few blocks from home.
- Walking way out onto a frozen Lake Erie.
Oh how I wish I had pictures of some of those early escapades! I really do love all the various seasons of the year and I appreciate them so much more now that I live in an area that has very little change.
How do you feel about snow? Do you love it, hate it, or have never experienced it?