Snow

There is one of the things I always discuss with my mom every time it snows. Neither of us understands why so many people hate snow. Every time, she says, "I only have good memories with snow." And that's how I feel. I don't understand the people who don't, especially those who come from places where it snows. Sure it's cold, and yes, it can make driving a little more of an adventure, but snow is so pretty. And I think it is better to see white on the ground rather than the dull, yell0w-brown of the grass.
I suppose it's the Colorado girl in me. The interesting thing is how different Colorado snow is from Nebraska snow. In Colorado, the first day it snows a couple inches and the next day the sun melts it away. Apparently snow here lasts most of the winter. But mostly, I remember rejoicing when the mountains got snow, because it meant more snowpack, and hopefully fuller rivers and reservoirs to quench the thirst of the summer droughts of previous years.
Or maybe it's the scientist in me. It seems that when people despise the snow, they don't think of the positive things it brings. I tend to think of the environment, how the trees and plants are getting insulated from the cold so they can come out of dormancy in the spring, and the moisture they need as the snow melts. And I think of how snow will fill the rivers so the farmers will have enough water to grow crops to provide for the rest of the country.
I think we're lucky when it snows. Eventually, every spring, I get tired of snow and just want warm weather. But for now, I see snow as a white confetti celebration of winter.
~Jessica