Let It Snow, Let It Snow

The above is a picture of Baker Hall, the entrance to Baker-Berry Library (where Roger and I spent several hours on the computers last spring looking for houses and condos for sale). The hall, with its famous green tower, sits at the top of the Dartmouth Green (sort of like the Stanford Quad).

We had our first big snowfall yesterday and it has left the trees and the grounds all pretty and white. It is a clearer day today, no wind or drifts, so we can appreciate the pristine winter blanket. Hopefully it will stay this way through Christmas, although I hear that we are due for warmer weather, which unfortunately begets wetter snow.

I like the crunch-crunch that you hear when you trudge through freshly fallen snow. I can appreciate the fluffiness and can remember Syracuse winters that weren't so frightful when my brother and I would go out fully snowsuited and roll around in the front yard, getting snow in our ears and mouths and watching our cheeks turn bright red from the cold.

Driving in snow is another matter. I am worried about my tires getting caked with the white stuff. And I don't think I drive far enough for most of it to melt away. I can only hope the sun comes out during the day so that I don't have iced tires when it's time to go home.

There was a funny scene pulling into the parking lot the other day. It seems the regulars here, after they park their cars, pull up their windshield wipers. This is so the falling snow won't pile up over the wipers, freezing them to the windshield. For some reason, all of those wipers sticking straight up remind me of the windmills in Livermore, CA along the 5. Maybe a little less majestic, but uniform in shape and similiarly pointing in different directions. They also look like the limbs of fallen snowmen.