Let it snow!

Melissa Stagnaro

I love it. Flakes of white, fluffy snow pouring down from the heavens. There is nothing better than waking up to a winter wonderland outside your window. Even as I trudged through the snow to brush off my car this morning, I couldn’t help stopping to appreciate the beauty of it all.

The world feels so at peace and comfortable under it’s snowy blanket of freshly fallen snow. It’s just the right weather for curling up with a cup of hot cocoa and a good book. Or don your snow shoes and trek through the fields and forests.

Sure, there’s the downside. I know that the heavy wet snow piled on the branches can have a detrimental affect and it certainly can make the morning commute treacherous. But it still makes me glad to be home.

I know, I know. I just moved back from Colorado. Yes, they have snow there. But other than the highest elevations (where all the famous winter resorts are located), I think Upstate New York still has them beat.

When I first moved to Colorado, I lived in a little town on the Western Slope of the Rockies not far from Glenwood Springs. To put it in perspective, the local school hadn’t had a snow day in something like 20 years. (They finish their school year by the end of May, rather than late June.)

I vividly remember, not long after I got there, telling one Colorado native where I was from. “Wow,” he said. “They get a lot of snow there.” Apparently his son had attended Syracuse University and was intimately acquainted with lake affect precipitation.

And I definitely don’t want to hear anyone complain about the plowing abilities of our county, town and village highway departments. They are certainly head and shoulders above what I encountered out there. Other than the state plows that ran almost constantly on I-70 (spreading that nasty magnesium chloride), it didn’t seem like anyone was ever out taking care of the other roads.

So, yes, I am happy to be home in Chenango County and I’m thoroughly enjoying our first big(ish) snow storm of the season. Hmmm. I wonder if I could round up enough of the Evening Sun crew to have a snow ball fight at lunch.