Comments on: Ode to Snow

By: Charlotte Hubbard

Charlotte Hubbard — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 01:55:51 +0000

From YOU, Anna–oh maker of magic with words–I take this as a high compliment! Thanks so much for stopping by to comment!

By: Anna Jacobs

Anna Jacobs — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 01:51:00 +0000

I live in Western Australia and we’re having one of the hottest summers on record at the moment, so my window panes are dusty and the sky is a burning blue. And the air conditioning is on non-stop.

One of the reasons I emigrated here from the UK was to avoid snow, which might look pretty in the countryside but is horrid when one is driving or trying to walk in towns. I never enjoyed it even as a child.

But I’m glad you enjoyed it, Charlotte. And I hope you go on making magic with words. Beautiful images there.

By: Julie Ortolon

Julie Ortolon — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:51:54 +0000

Love all the visual images, Charlotte. My Aussie, like your Border collie, loves to frolic in the snow, and it’s so fun to watch. He barks with such joyful abandon, people who don’t speak “Aussie” think he’s upset and cold and wants to go inside. I try to explain that’s really saying, “OH BOY! OH BOY! ISN’T THIS GREAT! COME ON LET’S PLAY!!!”

Personally, I’d rather be inside curled up before my kiva fireplace with hot chocolate and a romance novel.

By: Charlotte Hubbard

Charlotte Hubbard — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:11:03 +0000

Hi, Lillian!
Yeah, I keep reminding myself that come July, I’ll be wishing for a little cold…you can darn well bet I won’t be blogging on Ode to Humidity then!

By: Lillian Stewart Carl

Lillian Stewart Carl — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 15:15:10 +0000

I’m looking out my window into a North Texas snowfall. The ground is covered in a blanket of white, the plants are humps of white, the tree branches are lined with white, the roofs of my neighbors’ houses are the same color as the sky — white.

This is our fourth (I think) “snow event” of the year — and some years we have none at all. I keep telling myself that come July and August, when the ground is like a pancake griddle, I’m going to look back at this with nostalgia!

I’m wishing I didn’t have a killer deadline that prevents me from standing in the window and gazing out bemusedly at the unusual sight.