It's almost spring and I couldn't be more delighted about it. Three days in a row I've awakened to bird song. The fourth day I woke to geese flying over head, doing the cranky geese honking thing that geese do…… hey, he's looking at me, you sure you know where you're going Harry?....... are we there yet. …..?
But this isn't a story about birds or the magic of spring. We'll get there in the next few weeks, I promise, just not quite yet. Today I want to tell you a story about playing in the snow and the magic of winter.
As most of you know I love being outside, and I'll walk in almost any kind of weather. Well, recently I had two very delightful snow related things happen on my adventures in the great snowy Ohio out of doors.
I was walking in the park one day and boy was it cold, but the snow was that PERFECT packing snow that you sometimes get when the air temp and the sun temp is just right. As I walked along marveling at the beautiful landscape shrouded in white, I kept gathering snow and making snowballs and flinging them. But don't worry, I can rarely hit anything so all the trees were perfectly safe. And even if I had hit them, the forest I walk in is a polite one [unlike the apple flinging forest in the wizard of oz] so none of them would have pelted me back.
Now, keep in mind that this was a sub freezing day, and during my whole walk I had only seen one other person. That is, I had only seen one other person right up until the time I decided to do something a little more creative than making snowballs with the perfect packing snow and started working on a snowman. Then, even though I was in a rather secluded area, I drew a crowd. At first it was just one lady, then two, then a couple, then another couple, then a family and then two more couples with their dogs. It was pretty funny by then. You'd think that they'd never seen a grown woman crouched in the snow sculpting a snow bunny before. Because that's what I ended up building. A snow bunny. I used to have a garden statue of an upright bunny [I just tried to get an image of what I'm talking about on Google and found out that if you type "upright garden bunny" into Google and click "images," on the first page you get a photo of Dolly Parton. Not that I'm sad that I saw Dolly, but that's just a little weird….]
So anyway, there will apparently be no photo forthcoming, please just try to imagine a Beatrice Potter kind of upright bunny. An ears up, nose twitching, scenting the air for fresh flowers kind of bunny; one about three feet tall. Ok, everybody on board with me here? Good. So I'm sculpting the bunny and talking with the onlookers and they keep gathering more people to come watch and after a bit I stand up to look my bunny over to see if I'm done and they burst into APPLAUSE.
[I'm giggling while I'm typing this because it's still too funny to think about]
I laughed and thanked the crowd, decided my creation was as done as I was going to be able to make him, gave the bunny a little pat and went on back up to the trail and hiked back to my car.
But wait, it gets better from there.
Last Friday, which was about a week later, I was walking and I walked past where I had built my snow bunny.
Not only was he still there………….. someone had built ten little baby bunnies all around him.
I haven't stopped grinning.