Big Snow

When it's like this, the shrubs are smashed down and the trees lose their limbs.  Other than that it's simply radically beautiful, especially the day after, when the sun comes out.

Something about this is so evocative of childhood.  Maybe because I grew up in the land of Lake Effect, east of Cleveland, where like Eskimos we had different names for snow.  Yesterday it was what we called Good Packing Snow, hell to shovel, fair for sledding, and great for snowballs and snowmen.

Maybe also because it means you go out bundled up and come back wet, tired, and looking for hot chocolate.  Like a kid.  Only now the reason for the outdoor effort is to make sure the paths are clear and you can drive to work the next day, not in order to snowface your brother.

Heaviest snow we've had here in St. Louis, heaviest since a blizzard in the early '80's.  But everything is pretty well organized, no one died, and the world is covered with meringue.