1) Snow: love it or hate it? I love snow! However, although I’ve lived where it snows, I’ve never lived where it SNOWS. Not sure how much I would enjoy living where you have to plug in your car so the battery will start.
2) First snow memory. I was 6, I think, when we got one of the rare snows to ever make its way to South Georgia. I remember my parents getting me up so that I could go outside first thing, in my nightgown, and touch it. I was so happy. I had never seen the world look so beautiful and peaceful. The snow created a hush, a calm. I went for a walk in the woods (by woods I mean the patch of trees that separated our straggly neighborhood from another straggly neighborhood—we lived in a failed suburbia) and it was if I had walked into a storybook. All the dreary ugliness was hidden beneath beauty.
3) Best Snow Day ever (actual or imagined). When I lived in New York, there was an enormous snow. When the plows came through to clear the streets, they created huge walls of snow that you had to scale to reach the sidewalk from the street. I was in Park Slope, approaching a corner where there was a church with wedding guests hovering around the entrance. The groom was carrying the bride over the bank of snow to put her in the limo. It may have been that same winter there was an ice storm. I went for a walk in Prospect Park. All the trees were encased in ice, and they made an eerie tinkling sound as they moved in the wind. I had never seen such a thing before.
4) Best use of snow in a movie, song, book or poem. I have two images: John Huston’s film The Dead and the final scenes of House of Flying Daggers. I don’t know that these are the best, but they are among the first that spring to mind.
5) What you are planning to do today, with or without snow. Finish work and meet my husband to see Harry Potter! Our daycare is having a parents’ night out.