The Snow Hides - a story for F (because it is snowing tonight!)

Under the snow hides the grass yard where we’ll run and play and laugh in the summertime.
We’ll lay on blankets on those warm nights and watch shooting stars dance across the dark, prickly sky.

Under the snow hides the wooden fence next to the big field where we’ll pick wildflowers in the summer. We’ll sit up on the fence and try to count the birds flying above us as they sing from tree to tree.

Under the snow hides the pond where we’ll swim with the dogs and skip rocks in the summer.
We’ll open our eyes under the water to see the fish and long grass, we’ll see where sunlight bends.

Under the snow hides the picnic table at the top of the hill where we’ll eat lunches on hikes in the summer. We’ll name all the mountains we can see in the distance and take pictures so that we’ll never, ever forget.

Under the snow hides the trees we’ll be reaching to climb branch by branch to our tree fort in the summer. We’ll sit up on the old tire swing and get dizzy, tickling tummies as it spins and twirls through the air.

Under the snow hides a world of things we miss when it’s not the summer. We miss all the colors and smells and sounds and we daydream about when the snow will be finally melted.

But when we run and play and laugh around the yard in the summer, we might miss how we used to put on snowshoes and trek around that same grassy spot when the snowwas there.

When we find those wildflowers in the big field next to the fence in the summer, we might miss how we used to cross country ski along that fence and point out the tracks of deer and rabbits when the snow was there.

When we’re swimming in the pond and splashing with the dogs in the summer, we might miss how we used to shovel off the snow to make a rink for ice skating on that pond when the snow was there.

When we’re having a picnic at the top of the hill naming distant mountains in the summer, we might miss how we used to go sledding down that hill so fast and so fun over and over again when the snow was there.

When we’re up in our tree fort or swinging on the old tire in the summer, we might miss how we used to pile up huge pillows of snow and jump out of that tree, landing and laughing when the snow was there.

Even if it is snowy and cold or sunny and warm our best places will always be there for us and we know we’ll be outside playing. Our best places can change and be different just like the seasons.