.. then won’t you please invite me to stay with you?
(Photo just emailed to me from my sister who is somewhere in Europe – not sure where – but this kind of landscape just blows my mind).
December 16, 2010 by blue milk
.. then won’t you please invite me to stay with you?
(Photo just emailed to me from my sister who is somewhere in Europe – not sure where – but this kind of landscape just blows my mind).
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Sorry, I can only offer Australian oceans and diving.
I grew up in Pennsylvania, and I can honestly say if there is one thing in the world I never want to see again, it’s snow. I hate it with the blinding passion of a thousand stars. I know at some point I will visit my family in the winter just so my children can ‘experience’ snow first hand, though. Unless I can ship them off on their own… Hmm… I could use a vacation….
I keep hearing that you learn to hate the snow when you live with it a lot.. but I still find it hard to imagine. I just get so happy looking at snow. Maybe I can take your kids to visit your parents?
It’s the shoveling, really, that ruins it for me and most people. But you are more than welcome! My family are lovely, if somewhat insensitive at times, people. And I think you’d like my kids. 🙂
You’d be welcome! My garden is white.
Actually it’s more when the snow turns slush and then re-freezes that sucks. Think an ice-rink on pavements weeeheeee!
I lived in Alaska for five years, you would get sick of the snow and the cold…eight months of winter with cold snaps down to 50 below (which is about the same on either scale). But the northern lights are great!
I live in Minnesota, where last weekend we had over seventeen inches of snow in one day. People are grumbling about it, and it suuucks to scramble to rearrange one’s life around sudden hey-no-school days and to dig out one’s car, but … it’s magical. I love it. I like it much more than does my four-year-old, who’s supposed to be the person enjoying it. He’s like: that’s pretty, but where did all my playground access go?
Looking up into densely falling snow like it’s an infinity: magical. My happy dog turning into a funny snow monster, complete with ice beard, as we walk down the block: magical. Throwing my son into a snowdrift for fun: magical. Also, fields of snow stretching out all smooth and wavy. The city looking pure and new. People walking into a warm place looking more beautiful than usual and then stripping off layer after layer like something enormous emerging from a chrysalis. Everybody experiencing the same thing as a community, brought together. Those definite vertical dropoffs that happen along the edges of roofs and certain kinds of fences, like someone’s gone at the snow meticulously with a cheese slicer.
I don’t know; I’ve been this way since I was little. Gray days and snow make my heart sing. It just looks like foreverness to me. (I guess it also looks like foreverness, in a different way, to some people after a certain amount of snow shoveling and no apparent end in sight.)
You are welcome to come to Sweden, though the thaw/refreeze we just had mean that all the roads and footpaths are incredibly icy at the moment. Getting dressed for all the snow gets a bit tedious after a while. Not spending 15 mins wrangling all your stuff on and off, especially if you need to pee, is fabulous. But I have to say, I much prefer this kind of weather to the 47 we had before leaving Melbourne.
Yup, that’s what it looks like near me.
I pretty much live in a Christmas card.
I drag my kids around on a tobaggan and we stop to handfeed the chickadees.
Not kidding.
I love the snow. I love winter.
It’s just that there’s 8 months of it. That can get a bit tedious.
I live in Minnesota, too, and I also love the snow. I loved being home doing nothing for 2 days while the snow was plowed. I love sledding. I love the snow mountains at the edges of all the parking lots.
The only parts I don’t love are shoveling when it’s icey (this recent powdery snow is not bad to shovel) and having to drive. The rest I love.
I can offer this too, right now in Northern-Germany but also in Iceland if that is more of your taste. Your are honestly welcome and imagine we have babybeds and toddler/little-kid space, snow outside the window and loads of warm glögg…
Is it the snow? Or the wide open space?
I’ve got snow for you if you’d like. And Canada’s only a hop, skip and a jump away!
Come on over. I’ll open a bottle of wine.
Snow, snow, snow.
I must visit you all!
:waves at my Kate above 🙂 :
:snarks: Come to Canberra. I’m sure there’ll be snow any day now since summer appears to have been kidnapped… I long for hot days and nights… where has the summer Christmas of my childhood gone?
(would complain less as I’m heading to the NSW far north coast in a couple of days, but I’m reliably informed it’s raining there too, even though the temps are higher than Canberra)
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