It’s started to snow.
The forecasters predict at least a foot. The wind is supposed to pick up and the temperatures are starting to drop.
It’s a December blizzard.
We’ve been warned it was coming for some time. The grocery stores were packed last night as people stocked up on the staples. Hardware stores were just as busy selling ice scrapers and snow shovels.
The weatherman on the noon news said it would be a big one – one we would talk about for years to come.
Schools are closed through-out the state in preparation.
Snow plows are gassed up and ready.
But for now – the snow is falling softly and piling up fast.
And we wait.
Our worlds have stopped. The entire Midwest is frozen in time. Plans are on hold. Events canceled.
Meanwhile, families enjoy quiet time together in the midst of a busy month.
Adults take naps. Kids pull out the board games.
The frantic pace of Christmas is slowed down for awhile.
Hot chocolate is poured. Movies are watched.
And we wait.
And the snow falls.
And the wind blows.
Living in the Midwest allows us to celebrate four distinct seasons, and although we enjoy some seasons more that others, we try to celebrate the arrival of each one here at the homestead. Winter is one season that I don’t joyfully anticipate, but even I can get excited about the first snowfall. As an experienced Midwesterner I can feel it in the air! I remember my days in the classroom as both student and later as teacher; just as soon as the first fat flakes started coming down it was impossible to settle down for any kind of work!
That excitement happened again this year, the day before Thanksgiving with a record snowfall blanketing the capital city where we were visiting Grandma’s house. Traveling was treacherous with a layer of ice under the snow, so we gladly hunkered down with all the cousins for a day of games, hot chocolate and of course, our Snow Cake.
The tradition of Snow Cake began when I was a young mom and Matt and Laura where just little tykes. It was so exciting to see the first snow through their eyes that I decided we needed to celebrate it! We made a chocolate brownie and then cut a snowflake out of paper, laid it on top of the cooled brownie and sprinkled it with powdered sugar. When the paper was removed, the children saw the powdered sugar snowflake remaining and were awestruck!
That first Snow Cake was a hit and a new tradition was born! Now, no matter when it happens (and some years the timing was awful!) when those first snowflakes of winter start falling, we celebrate with a Snow Cake!