It started yesterday afternoon. Big fat flakes of wondrous snow. When I see snow falling, I become a child again. A feeling of happiness and hopefulness comes over me. Memories of mittens, hot cocoa, snowballs, sledding, and snowmen fill my mind. Snow is such a gift. As we grow older, sometimes those hopeful, happy, care-free dispositions change. We think of snow as a burden: shoveling, sliding, slipping, and late for work. How can we hold on to the wonderment snow brings? How can we see snow with the eyes of child again?
To keep my positive snow spirit, I ventured out into its whirling whiteness, tasting flakes on the tip of my tongue, crunching the fallen snow with my feet, and packing a heavy pile into a snowball. I began to relax; I began to play. I stayed out in the snow until my double-layered gloves were soaked through. My fingers remembered that wet, numb feeling. It was time to go in, make a steaming cup of cocoa, and watch the white whirling world from my window.
My Favorite Snowy Picture Books
- A Thing Called Snow by Yuval Zommer
- Dear Rebecca, Winter is Here by Jean Craighead George
- Grandmother Winter by Phyllis Root
- Little Fox in the Snow by Jonathan London
- Snow Sounds by David Johnson
- The Snow Fox by Rosemary Shojaie
- Tracks in the Snow by Wong Herbert Yee
- When it Starts to Snow by Phyllis Gershatur
- Winter is Coming by Tony Johnson
- Winter is Here by Kevin Henkes
- Winter Lullaby by Dianne White
- Winter Sleep: A Hibernation Story by Sean Taylor
- Wolf in the Snow by Matthew Cordell
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Oh, the magic of this snowcrow! Surely there is a book inside you that brings this amazing character to life. Your memories of childhood snow are so on point today. We aren’t having the snow here in Georgia, but we do have that line of storms raging through, and the rain is obnoxious. My whole covered front porch is wet, so the wind and rain are playing tackle football again out there. Your poem brings warmth and makes me want to pour a cup of hot chocolate, too!
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That’s what I was thinking! The Adventures of Snowcrow! Thank you for the encouragement!
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I wish we had snow like that here. The eastern part of my state had a lot of snow over the weekend & it looks heavenly over there. All we’ve received is rain. So. Much. Rain. And it’s a cold, damp, chills you to the bone, rain. There’s no fun to be had in this.
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Ah… the rain coming here today and the snow will be all washed away! Hopefully, we will get a second snow storm.
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I agree w/ Kim. The poem and descriptions are magical. I particularly like “whirling whiteness.” We’ve had snow on the ground since November and won’t see the ground until late February or early March, although patches do peel through the crusty white layers as some melts. Kim says the rain is obnoxious. Sometimes I feel that way about snow. I like the powdery snow but not the wet snow I remember from my midwestern childhood.
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This snow was wet and heavy – glad there was only 3 inches of it! Thanks for the support. I’m going to sit down soon and try my hand at writing a picture book about a Snowcrow. I’ll let you know how that goes!
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It helps that there aren’t a lot of nerve endings in straw.
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Delightful poem, btw, Joanne.
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