By now I know where to find them.
The snow has gone (and I am not that sorry about ist), this year it seemed to me the longest winter we ever had. Though I know that we still are in February, and anything can happen.
Though I love winter. My birthday at the 29th of December.
I have very early memories of winter:
when my sister was born - she is three years younger than I - my parents brought me to a village nearby to enable my mother to recover from birth - it turned out as not such a bright idea, as I didn't know the people where I should stay.
I was crying and yelling all of the time, and at last, to appease me, they went out and fetched some snow in a tin, and I see still the moon standing in the sky, feel the cold and the smell of snow - and they put it on a red glowing old stove and I watched the drops dancing on the iron rings on the stove and heard the hissing of the melting snow.
When it stopped I started crying again.
I had stamina.
More than the grown-ups.
Finally, in sheer exasperation, one of the grown-ups brought me back to my parents, with the very last bus.
I thought you were going to tell us they brought in snow and showed you how to make lemon snow. That would have been more fun than watching the snow melt.
ReplyDeleteDear Mimmylyn, I am convinced that they didn't know how to make lemon snow! But you are right: sounds delicious.
DeleteSnowdrops seem to be the most delicate tiny flowers on earth, yet they survive the cold months each year. I would rather be a winter pansy, if I lived in a snowy country.
ReplyDeleteDear Helen, snowdrops are such a beautiful sign of hope after a long winter!
DeleteThe snow this year was a lot - and though I love snow, to see pre-spring coming near with so beautiful heralds makes me happy!