I love autumn so much, but there is something special about the very first snowfall.

By the time the snow comes, all the leaves are brown and dead, and the grass has seen better days. The trees are bare, and the clouds loom day after day. So when the first snow happens, it always makes me think of a little sprinkle of fairy dust dancing over everything. It is so white and sparkles like fresh magic ready to take place. The snow reminds me of a blank canvas, ready to be painted however you want.

The snow falls slowly, and just like that, magic is everywhere. The bare trees now are pieces of art with icicles hanging down, as if they are tired and can’t stand up. The leaves are covered with the fresh coat of magic for as far as one can see. And just like that, as if someone snapped their fingers, white is everywhere. Twinkling, sparkling, and ready to play in.

The first snowfall has always been my favorite. There is just something about the way it dances down, even if it is a fast dance, it makes me feel so happy. The leftovers of summer is being covered with a beautiful blanket of fresh canvas and I always feel refreshed and ready. Ready for what? I’m not sure, but it leaves me feeling like I can take on the world.

Sometimes the wind bites my nose, and I’m reminded to put a scarf on next time. Sometimes the wind howls as if it is angry and full of rage, and the snow dances a powerful and strong dance as it makes it’s way to the ground. No matter all these variables though, I go outside, and just breath. I take a few minutes and really appreciate nature and the work of art that is being presented to me.

Sometimes the first snow comes in as a storm, and I picture Mother Nature being quite furious.

She summons the clouds and the snow and gets out her rage in the form of an incredible white out. I love to watch it out my window. I imagine what she may have been angry about, or what was on her mind. Sometimes my mind feels like a snowstorm, and I feel like I can relate to her.

Every year since I became a mother I have always taken my babies outside for the first snow. I always wanted them to feel the magic that happens when the leaves are slowly covered, and there is snow for as far as you can see. Maybe it’s childish of me. In fact, it probably is. But, the way I see it is, life is too short to completely grow up. Why not believe in a little bit of magic? Otherwise, it’s just brutal, cold, wind whipping at your face and snow punching your body. Who wants to see it like that? I see it as art. I see it as a poem playing out for me as if I’m at a show. A dramatic dance even when the wind is strong enough.

I wanted my children to appreciate that moment when one season changes to the next.

I think it’s important to appreciate change and how it happens. Learning to allow one thing to leave, and open the door for the next stage. This is a life lesson all put on by the weather. There is so much to learn by simply taking a deep breath outside and feeling the brisk, coldness of the wet magic that is floating down.

Do you love the first snow? How do you feel about it?

Love Always, Enn

P.S. Don’t forget to read my post about being awesome!


23 thoughts on “The First Snowfall

  1. I’m not a lover of cold weather, but the way you described it made it magical for me like a scene from a movie. It doesnt snow here in Texas, but if it did, I would do the same as you and show my children how beautiful it is when the times change. That’s an original tradition to keep ❤

  2. I love the changing seasons and always look forward to the first snow. I usually set up my Christmas tree on the first snow. This year it came today, which is a little early for me. I love how it makes everything look clean.

  3. The magic of the first snowfall, especially if it is snow that sticks and falls like a blanket, is delightful! I love seeing the trees glittering in the morning sun. 🙂

  4. Hi, N!

    Last winter, it snowed pretty heavily. I loved it! We don’t get much snow in Southern California, so that was a real treat. Watching the snowfall was calming and enchanting. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on beautiful snow!

  5. This post made me nostalgic for the winters back home in the midwestern US. I miss having 4 distinct seasons and experiencing that magical first snowfall you’ve described so well. It only rains in Ireland. Enjoy! ❄️

  6. Lovely post. There is something incredibly special about the first snowfall of the year. It’s coming to me soon (Toronto). It’s always magical somehow. This year, with all that is covid, it will remind us that life goes on… thanks for sharing,

  7. Hi there,

    I agree that the first snowfall is magical. I can just imagine stepping outside and listening to how quiet the snowfalls. It’s such a beautiful experience.

    I am looking forward to the first snowfall of the year in my area. I will be cozied up inside with some hot chocolate with our blinds open so I and my entire family can watch it and just dwell within the moment.

    xo Erica

  8. I haven’t seen snow in a while, but it would be nice if it snowed this winter. And you are right, Nature has always something to teach us.

    That said, yes, I have read your post about being awesome, and I’m so glad you could be there for your children after all you’ve gone through. I’m glad you can now see the beauty in you. I’m sure you’re not too late for your children.

    Big hugs!

    – Luana

    1. Lovely writing!! I love snow when it falls fresh in the day, then me and my boys and my dog go for a walk on the nearby park, in the dark. The parks is lit up with white snow, its beautiful.

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