Most people watched nervously Friday evening and into Saturday as Mother Nature laid upon the area a most impressive down comforter of winter whiteness, and most people cursed her for doing so. While I’ll admit to a major case of Spring fever myself, I was awestruck at the beauty of the “blanketing” process.

 

For instance, have you ever noticed the overwhelming silence that consumes the area during a heavy, evening snowfall? More importantly, have you ever walked in it? Silently…nothing to hear but your own thoughts as each flake flutters to the ground, the glow of the streetlights further illuminating the already sparkling display? Trust me, its well worth your time.   

 

As most people broke out their snow removal tools of choice, I broke out my camera first, and captured some of Mother Nature’s handiwork, as well as a few of the neighborhood kids putting it to use as only kids can. 

 

On Friday evening when the storm was peaking and most people were troubled over driving conditions and cancelled plans, I called my mom. Regardless of the season, mom is ever prepared for a storm. She lives alone, yet could feed herself and a family of twelve from her freezer, having stocked up while “battening down the hatches.” “What do you think of the snow,” I asked. “Isn’t it beautiful,” she sighed, almost breathless in describing its allure.  

 

Now I know where I get it from.