In The Meadow, We Can Bury A Snowman…

When I was shoveling the driveway earlier, Modern Philosophers, I was surprised to discover that I was singing “Winter Wonderland” as I worked.

Of course, this was before I took a tumble down the hill while trying to get the snow off the roof.  It got me forming some Deep Thoughts, though.  If I hate Winter so much, why was I serenading my neighbors with a gorgeous rendition of a song that celebrates the beauty of the white stuff I loathe so much?

I decided to take a walk and ponder on it some more..

I guess snow can make the town look like something out of a Christmas movie, even when the sidewalks are covered and one is forced to walk in the street.

Maybe if I followed these tracks in a one horse open sleigh, I’d get a better understanding of why my mind thinks this is a Winter Wonderland.

I do like this view of my neighbor’s house in the snow.  I was trying to get a shot of all the firewood he has neatly stacked in the shed beyond those trees.

I will admit that I thought these trees looked very enchanting in the snow.

One thing about the snow is that it certainly knows how to clear the streets.  No cars.  No one else around.  Just me walking around in a living postcard.

I’m going to have to think on this some more, Modern Philosophers.  Snow is just an annoyance, so I still don’t get why I was singing “Winter Wonderland”.

Perhaps it’s because I simply cannot bring myself to sing the Snow Miser Song, even though it is much more appropriate for my feelings on snow…