Oh MY! Yes Thundersnow!
Have you ever experienced it?
Our first big storm of the season has started....
Oh I can hardly hold in my joy.....
I have lived all my live in Wisconsin, but it does not mean I "love winter".
I was barely enthusiastic about it as a child, when a "Big Blizzard" would mean no school... and getting to go out and make snowmen and snow angels... To me it usually mean frost bit fingers and toes with fashionable blue lips, bbrrrr!
As a child I did try to enjoy winters delights, sledding, tasting the fresh snow and icicles, just watching the world turn a lovely shade of white. I even received Ice Skates one year from the Jolly Ol' Elf himself... little did he know, I had weak ankles, so I was found more face down on the ice than upright. While my cousins and friends would be gliding along, spinning and playing crack the whip! I would end up being the target for who they could snap off at the end of the whip and plow into me, and shove me back into a big pile of snow, yea fun...
Snowballs! I threw my share, but I received more than I gave... ahhh, Karma... so shall ye give so shall you receive in multiples... joy joy... not!
I could roll the snow into a big snow body sized ball with nary a problem... but somehow by the time I would arrive back in the nice warm house, I would be missing a boot and a sock, and both mittens???
I always wondered where they went?? Did the snowmen eat them? I always wondered why some seem to sport pretty scarves and hats with matching mittens on their stick hands.
Maybe I was lucky, that I was never trapped inside one! I always heard the tale of little Bobby who disappeared one wintry day while playing with friends in a giant snow ball contest... when the others went in for a hot cup of cocoa break, Bobby stayed out, diligently working on his monstrous snow ball, determined to have the biggest one in the neighborhood. He never came home that night, nor the next... if my little kids mind recalls all they ever found was a lone sock, boot and a pair of mittens with chew marks on them the following spring thaw...
School bell ringing would render us all to rush outside on many a cold winters day for recess, anxious to play, running and sliding and tossing hats and mittens in the air, I would gleefully join in. As a kid you quickly forget how mean ol' man winter can be. Fifteen minutes later the bell rang that ended the short burst of freedom from the days lessons. I often was sent to the nurses room. Mean woman, scared the bajeebees out of me! She had a smile that could send shivers down your spine on a warm day! The school nurse (I highly suspect if she really was one) would torture me by forcing me to hold my now almost black finger tips in a basin of water... my screams just seem to make her want to do it more! Now I know why she wore a pin of a smiling skull and crossed bones.
So the warnings have been coming almost hourly now, some sooner... first blizzard warning of the year, with thundershowers! Those creepy rumbles during the darkness that sound a tiny bit muffled from the heavy shroud of snow falling, falling faster... Wet, heavy and coming in drifts and maybe even feet high! Tomorrow may bring screams of joy from little school kids around... but from me... tonight, screams of white-blindness and frostbite demons to sway me to sleep... to dream, perchance to awaken in a sunny warm paradise... nahh, it is Wisconsin, and winter Has arrived.