What is there to do when it snows? Make a snowman, of course! For me, it’s not just a childhood pastime — it’s a simple joy I still embrace. Though my children are grown and living elsewhere, the magic of playing in the snow hasn’t faded. As long as my health allows, I plan to keep enjoying those snowy moments.
On this particular morning, Fairfield Glade woke up to a breathtaking blanket of snow. The landscape was transformed, serene and picturesque. It felt as if the world had been draped overnight in a sea of white satin. The quiet was almost magical, a kind of hush that only snow can bring.
Excited, I bundled up — hat, gloves, boots and a heavy jacket — and stepped outside. The brisk air tingled against my face as I inhaled deeply. It was invigorating. I grabbed handfuls of the powdery snow, attempting to mold it into something resembling a snowman. Despite the snow’s reluctance to stick, I managed to sculpt a small figure, about a foot tall. I stood back, admiring my modest creation, waiting for inspiration to strike.
Back inside, I warmed my hands by the fireplace, savoring the comfort of the heat. As I sipped a cup of tea, my thoughts wandered to my neighbors. We share adjoining yards, and over the years, I’ve often joined them for afternoon chats on their patio. This winter, however, things were different. Illness had struck, and the husband was now housebound.
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” That timeless reminder echoed in my mind, and suddenly, I had an idea that brought a smile to my face. Armed with a fresh sense of purpose, I gathered some supplies and headed back out into the snow.
This time, my efforts were for someone else. I carefully crafted a snowman on a sturdy board, adding little touches to bring it to life. Then, I carried it over to my neighbors’ patio and placed it on their table, perfectly positioned for them to enjoy from their window.
When they opened their blinds and spotted the cheerful snowman, their faces lit up. Seeing their smiles warmed my heart in a way no fire ever could. It was a small gesture, but it turned an ordinary snowy morning into something special for all of us.
Sometimes, the simplest acts of kindness can brighten someone’s day — and yours too. Snow days remind us to find joy in the little things and to share that joy whenever we can. For me, delivering a snowman wasn’t just about spreading happiness; it was a reminder of how connected we all are, even on the coldest of days.
Over the years, my snow-people have taken on personalities all their own. As I mold the snow, I feel as if they’re already there, waiting to be discovered. It might sound whimsical — or even a little crazy — but there’s something magical about letting the snow guide me.
Each snowman becomes a unique companion, a fleeting creation that adds a touch of wonder to myself as well as to the world around me.