Over the last six weeks, Sibley has been landscaped with mounds of powdered sugar, sparkling, spiked icicles, and even frosted trees. If one didn’t know better, it would appear that the community had been transformed into a magical candy land… without, of course, the colorful tiled path, Peppermint Stick Forest, Lollipop Woods, or Ice Cream Floats.
When I was little, I always thought the snow piles looked like mounds of powdered sugar. Well, the piles were powdered sugar until I was sitting in one. To my disbelief, the “sugar” was cold, wet, and not at all sweet. But it was fun to play and dig in it! When I wasn’t playing in the snow, the piles instantly became mounds of powdered sugar once again.
As I have grown, I hate to admit that I have lost some of the child-like wonder and imagination. My childhood “mounds of powdered sugar” have become nothing more than mountains of snow and ice. The “sugar” image has been replaced with countless hours of snow removal work, slippery sidewalks, and even postponements, which certainly don’t sweeten life.
What is some of the “sweetness” of snow? Despite the fact that snow still creates a lot of work,it is beautiful. The pristine white covers all the withered grass and shriveled leaves. Its wetness can bring chatter and giggles when sledding down a hill or building a snowman. The intricate lace snowflakes can stir up a sense of awe and amusement.
Every once in awhile, when I’m traveling down a road or looking out the window, reality will break, and I’ll still catch a glimpse of my childhood mounds of powdered sugar. I realize then a part of me will always find a little sweetness in the mounds… even when I’m tired of trying to get around in the snow.
Take a little time. Play in the sugar. Enjoy the sweetness.
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