It has been a long January around here. In fact, it’s been the snowiest Connecticut January on record. We’ve had a huge snowstorm every week, and six snow days from school. I’m going just a little bit stir crazy.
I’ve always said that I’m a true New Englander because I love all four seasons, but right about now it’s getting very hard to enjoy winter. Joshua is too young to really play in the snow, and the few times I bundled him up and headed outside were short-lived at best.
I’ve been trying to remember why I used to like winter, and I do have some great childhood memories of fun in the snow. Sledding down the hills on the farm, where on a very good day you could make it past the peach orchard, into the apple orchard and all the way to the pond. It was a very long walk back up the hill, but it was worth it. Skating on the pond after getting the okay from my grandfather, and doing my best twirls, figure eights and skating backwards while the boys played hockey. Riding our old snowmobile, “The Whip,” around the horse trail and through the orchards, where I was happy for a leisurely ride. Attaching a rubber raft to the back of the snowmobile and inviting all of our friends to come for rides in the field, until the raft popped. Skiing in Vermont, going slow and steady down the bunny trail. Though I’ve skied for a long time, I’m not a dare-devil and consider it a success if I’ve made it all day without falling down. Enjoying some of my mom’s homemade soup or hot chocolate, warming up and letting our mittens dry before heading back out to play.
What are your favorite winter memories?