Winter came late to northwest Minnesota this year. Some years it snows in September, most years in October. This year autumn lingered into November. Fall is my favorite season, and so I am not complaining. Besides the mice problem, I’d take fall year-round. But now that the first snow is falling I still don’t complain. The beauty and romance of a first snow keeps my dislike of winter at bay. All the imperfections of our yard are now hidden. The tree branches that looked so stark, barren, lonely just days ago stand out like sculptures in the snow. Something about the white that covers the branches gives them so much more appeal. And the kids are thrilled. My nine year old is outfitted with new snow pants and left early this morning, along with his friends, eager to commune with the snow again. My twelve year old is anxious to start another snowmobiling season. It’s all he can talk about. So, even though the season will get old awfully fast, right now I can’t help but enjoy the scene and feel the peace that a first snow has offered once again.
Kristin Eggerling is a board member for Conservation Minnesota Voter Center, the mother of two, and a freelance writer in northwestern Minnesota.