Snowed in..... Maybe not so much fun.

I have followed the snow in England like a hawk flying over a mountain. To begin with I was quite jealous, but last night as I watched on the BBC many people stranded in their cars.. the fun so to speak went away and reality hit. Imagine having to walk in that snow for miles to get home? Imagine having to shovel snow and you are seventy three years old, or you are running out of food because you know no one to go and buy it?Guess the fun goes out the window then. I loved walking in the snow as a child, loved playing in it although i hated ruining the pretty snow by my foot prints. I am sure even the children in England must be getting a little fed

up with the cold weather. As I type I wonder how countries like Switzerland and Iceland deal with it, perhaps you grow accustomed to it...you stop complaining and just live. I was encouraged by friends who made Princes snowmen and took wonderful pictures in the snow and then the scenes of the beaches were pure wonder. So even though I am sure the fun of the snow is wearing of, take the time to capture the beauty of it whether in a poem, painting or with a camera, because in time the cold memories might just melt away and you will have a memory to last a lifetime.