Sno Fun

Whether or not one believes in climate change this has been one of the snowiest winters in recent memory. A friend in North Carolina has called several times as storms have come up the East Coast to tell us of the snow her city is not prepared to handle. I am VERY grateful to have new tires with a good tread pattern for driving in snow.

One other reality is that Nancy and I have agreed to defined roles regarding snow.

Nancy gets to admire it, to see in it the wonders of nature, the breath of the creator and the beauty of the natural world. She speaks of our winter wonderland, of the sparkles when ever we get sunshine reflecting off of it. She points out the puffs of snow on trees and bushes, and the way in which snow goes so well with the house’ new paint scheme. Nancy also tells stories about playing in the snow as a child and with our children.

My self-appointed role is to put on the gloves, hat, scarf, coat and long underwear and after being properly bundled trudge out to the garage and get out the snow blower.  From childhood my job has been to make sure we can get out of the driveway if we need to. And while I am at it I do our sidewalks and that of our neighbors the Sisters of Mercy. My snow remembrances of childhood are shoveling, trudging to school through the drifts (no doubt uphill in both directions) dodging snowballs and getting nearly frost bitten after falling through the ice on an unseen creek while on a scout hike.

She and I look out at the same world and the same snow and we see such different things. Rather than try to convince one another of the rightness of our vision we have learned to value our different visions and let them inform the other. I value and benefit from her lyric descriptions and the reminders that there is a beauty to this frozen water vapor which litters the landscape. And she benefits from and values my practical nature which makes sure that we, our neighbors, and the postal carrier have as little trouble as possible getting in and out of the driveway and front door.

I celebrate difference; I celebrate other ways of seeing. And I almost celebrate snow.


About don

The Rev Don Hill is an Episcopal priest, rail fan and writer. He and his wife the Rev. Dr. Nancy Woodworth-Hill are currently Co-Pastors of St Paul's Episcopal Church, Jeffersonville IN, in the Diocese of Indianapolis. They also work as parish consultants in Appreciative Inquiry, strategic planning and spirituality development for parishes and vestries.
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