Snow isn't something new or exciting in an adults world. It's something that the northern states simply accept as part of the winter season, in large or small quantities. Here, in Dear Farmer's home, it's a tradition.
With children, anything can become a tradition. When Dear Farmer and Family moved to the actual location of the farm, we made the first snowfall an extra-special tradition. Up until that point it was dreaded. Dear Farmer saw the snow as a long-hassle, the Wife saw snow as a mess, and the children saw snow as a prison sentence.
We had to re-adjust our thinking!
It all started with the first snowfall. On the event of the first snowfall the Wife would take all the children into town to the grocery store,to stop at the bakery counter. The grocery store, lovely as it is, isn't geared for a practical thrifty large family, so we really don't go there often at all. Going to the grocery store is even somewhat of a treat...so to take everyone into the grocery store for the sole purpose of stopping at the bakery counter is unheard of. There we stopped at the bakery counter, and the Wife told the children, "Pick out your favorite two donuts for breakfast." The heavens parted and the glory of the Almighty shown down on the bakery counter as the angels sang "Gloria Deo donuts, pax matrem aeternum!" (which hip latin speaking people know means: Glory to God for donuts, and peace to mother forever).
The first snowfall, the loveliness of a breakfast of donuts...there was no more we could ask for.
It helped to put a positive spin on the upcoming length of winter...the joy of pulling out the winter gear, the anticipation of winter sports, the fond memories we make for seven months of the year. It's almost here.....!!!
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