Snow covers a multitude of sins

As a child I remember sitting by the radio in the living room, listening intently as the roll call of schools was read off ..... a snow day! How long would we have to wait before we got the word? After all, the snow was still falling ...

We would head off to 'the park' and drag our tobogan to the top of the hill and pile on. And off we'd go, screaming as we headed down the hill. If we were really moving we'd almost hit the stream. And when we were ready for another go at, up the hill we'd trudge. Or we'd walk through the snow, shovels in tow, heading down the path to the pond where we'd clear out space to skate, playing house on ice.

Now many decades later I still look forward to the snow. Only now I watch the snow fall from indoors, watching it cover the gardens in the yard and using it as an excuse to make hot chocolate. I stay inside, lighting candles, listen to music and knit while the snow plows go by. And I'm always pleasantly surprised the next day when the yard is pristine, no small piles of dirt left by the contractor, no puddles of bird feed pushed to the ground and mostly no dog poo! Yes I still have two Goldens but you'd never know it by looking out the back porch door. Snow covers a multitude of sins.