Fluffy, flakes falling
like icy puffs of cotton
the world purified.
I know I'm in the minority, but I actually like snow ... not because I'm into winter sports. I don't, actually, like being cold, and it always takes me too long to remember how to dress appropriately for the weather. So, I spend a few very uncomfortable weeks while I get it right in my head, and remember where I stashed all of my sweaters last spring (and replace the ones that went into storage a little too threadbare to continue wearing in public).
Growing up down south, I always longed for snow, which almost never came. When it did, it was like a gift, and usually we got a "snow day."
Or it was just pretty. When I was in high school, I lived deep in the Appalachian mountains in a coal-mining community. During the spring and summer, everything was green, and the trees were all leafed-out. We never noticed the grit and perpetual dust-cover over everything. Then, Fall happened, and the gray, bare trees coupled with the layer of gray coal dust made the world look bleak, stark, dirty ... and cold. It was always cold.
Then, it would snow, and there's no error or irony in calling the snow a "blanket." The snow covers the world in this pristine, whiteness that is solid and clean, making hard edges soft. It's cozy ... and yes, warm.
Having moved north, I have a greater appreciation for the snow than even I had back in those days.
When it snows, the ground freezes, which means that my dogs don't track mud into the house. For a few blessed months, the white linoleum in my kitchen and hall is actually white, and there's just less dirt, in general. I like having to struggle less for my house to look neater.
The snow, literally, provides a blanket for my home. The snow piled up around the foundation of my house provides an insulative layer, which means it takes less energy to heat my house. Since we heat with wood, it's really nice when we use less of it, because gathering wood for the winter is a lot of work.
And speaking of wood, most of ours is stored against the fence that separates our property from our neighbor's. It's uncovered. With the snow comes a very dry air, which keeps the wood dry, and everyone knows that dry wood burns more efficiently (and hotter) than damp wood.
The dry air also makes doing laundry easier. We have no clothes dryer. On nice days, year round, we put the laundry outside, but when it's cool and humid (like most of our Fall days here in swampy, southern Maine), clothes don't dry very quickly. Even inside on the drying rack, if it's damp, the clothes won't dry. The worst time of year for us is in the early fall when it isn't, quite, cool enough to have the fire going (which helps to dry the clothes), but the days are too short and too damp to dry the clothes fully outside.
The only thing I don't like about the snow is driving on it, but as a Stay-at-home, homeschooling Mom, I have the flexibility to call my own "snow days."