From one of my favourite bears, one of my favourite poems – especially in this weather. When winter knocks on the door I can hear it going round and round inside my head, my footsteps a constant rhythmic accompaniment. A mantra if you will, or maybe just a wish.
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So, from the great Pooh Bear (with a little help from A A Milne), a different tiddely pom.
The more it
SNOWS-tiddely-pom,
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
The more it
GOES-tiddely-pom
On
Snowing
And nobody
KNOWS-tiddely-pom,
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
How cold my
TOES-tiddely-pom
Are Growing.
It’s not possible for me to see snow falling or lying prostrate waiting for a first footprint and not feel a spark of excitement.
We don’t get much snow in my part of the world. 1995 was a good year for it, we had a flurry on Christmas Day 2004. More often than not it’s here for a few hours then gone. The whole country could grind to a halt but you can bet I’d still have to go to work. Not this year though.
It began just before Christmas as my inner child was leaping about inside trying to get out to decorate the tree, but I know what she’s like and it just wouldn’t be “even”. She sat in a corner and sulked but we had a beautiful tree.
December 23rd: A dear friend’s birthday party. Catching up with blasts from the past, eating good food and drinking this side of too much wine (just). One of the kids burst in to the kitchen, “It’s snowing.” It snowed for the rest of the evening and come the walk home I was glad I’d listened to my instincts and worn big boots.
10.30pm: The flakes were thick, silent except for under the trees. That’s when she broke free. It would have been fruitless to contain her anyway and, with snow falling, incredibly cruel.
We made miniature snowmen on as many stone gate posts as we could, laughing at the thought of people waking to a snowman guarded driveway. We made snow angels in the middle of the street, on the dual carriageway verge, the entrance to the cemetary (that made me howl!) and a moderately sized snowman (complete with eyes, mouth and arms) in the pub car park. We were all alone and laughing our heads off, loving every second.
(To the lady driver who saw me making the snow angel in the middle of the dual carriageway, I bow and am glad to have brought a little happiness your way.)
11.30pm: Home. All the curtains in the street are closed. Snow has stopped and a good three inches lies clean and fresh on the ground. I drag the OH outside in pajamas and wellies and some serious snowman building and snowballing ensues. We finished about 1.30am. Cold, wet and happy.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in 2009 it’s to let out that child inside. Run, jump, play, throw snowballs, see the lighter side of life. Everything is a new wonder, even if you’ve seen it before.
Over Christmas the snow melted away just enough for a visit to Lochgilphead and beaver tracking in beautiful Knapdale. But that’s another story.
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We celebrated Christmas in Norway. Flying back to Canada, we had to transfer flights in Heathrow. Our plane was 2 hours late because of all the snow in London.
When we landed we looked on the ground was that all the snow ?
I guess a clear sign you do not get a lot of snow in the UK.
Looks like you had fun in the snow! I love real winters with a lot of snow, it is so much fun to have outdoors
The briefest whisper of flakes in the air is enough for the UK to close for business and the arguments to start about where all the salt and grit went!!
I work from home and had some major issues getting to work because of the snow…..it kept luring me outside 🙂
As a youth, moved from Maine (usual winter snowfall about three feet) to San Antonio, Texas, where it snowed about one-half inch, for the first snowfall in thirteen years. School was closed, and I built an eighteen inch snowman in the front yard.