Monday, December 29, 2008


SNOWLADIES


Well the grandees arrived yesterday afternoon and, having suffered one long child-year of deep snow deprivation, were unable to get out of the car without squealing and running straight to the snow mountains I'd made in front of the deck and climbing right up and down them over and over for immediate replenishment, in the fever of their delirium making snowballs to throw at anything at all until they came to the next level of their senses and ran en masse to the tool shed - filling their boots with snow at every step, but who cares about feet when there's food for the starving - to get any item at all that could hold snow, like shovels, trowels, buckets etc., then they fanned out into the garden and began to fill in holes and elevate hills and otherwise rearrange the snowscape to their frenzied liking when at some point I mentioned a nice big open snowy slope up in the forest where they might want to go and play, and with one voice of yes they flung their forgotten tools to the ground (where the tools still are, as I notice out the window on the garden) so we all walked upmountain into the forest - actually we adults walked and the kids ran - where we came to a nice clear slope of virgin snow and the three filled the forest with squeals at the sight, a sound most awesome yet somehow quite at home in the sylvan silence, as they ran up the hill arms waving, scarves flying, boots falling off, the hill would be perfect for tobogganning if we had a toboggan but they don't have toboggans in Japan so the snowcovered trio just used their bodies and ran up and slid, rolled, tumbled and galloomphed to the bottom then back up again, quickly exhausting the adults, who at last herded the snowsodden three back through the woods with their snowmelt mittens and icewater boots, I gave one my handwarmer to help her survive till we arrived back at the house with three little melting snowladies who right away gathered by the toasty woodstove and had some hot tea and opened their presents, all without the slightest bit of a fight it was great, we all sat around the low homemade wooden table in front of the stove and had homemade pizza before the kids all took turns wearing the moonmask. A typical first day of the snow cure.

7 comments:

Mary Lou said...

Kaya is growing up fast grandfather!

Alice said...

Ah, another of those cadence-rich, long sentences with that punch out short ending that always leaves me breathless. You still have the touch with words.

Bob Brady said...

Thanks, Alice; it was every bit of breathless that I tried to share...

vegetablej said...

I know that longing for snow having spent 7 years in the south without it. Don't do much sliding these days but it's well known by children raised with the snow that a side of a cardboard box with a flap to hang onto can substitute for a toboggan. Or almost.

Happy holidays to you and the little snow monkeys. Long may you freeze your mittens! :)

Joy Des Jardins said...

I've been waiting for another one of their visits...and this was perfect. Your snowladies are getting so big....and so beautiful Bob. You set them up just wonderfully....always do. Thanks for this post....Happy New Year to you and your family Robert....

Elizabeth Westmark said...

By whatever random gift I became a reader, I am especially aware of the acute joy it brings when I read your blog.

Thank you. (The snowladies' exuberance is catching, even here in the warm panhandle of Florida.)

tracy said...

Gorgeous kids, indeed!