What exactly is there to wonder at when it snows? It’s well understood stuff that forms inside of clouds and only appears as snow when ground temperatures are very cold. It’s pretty, but not exactly the stuff of wonder. After the age of about two, depending on which country you live in, snow stops being a thing of wonder and starts being a thing you fall over on: either on purpose or by accident.
Yet throughout the big, wide blogosphere I am repeatedly hearing the joys of wandering the winter wonderland. From fully grown educated people who should know better. Fairly or unfairly, I am now at screaming point with it. It’s not a wonder, it’s piled up in the drive and stopping me getting to work. It’s not a wonder; it stops the bin men coming to collect the garbage. It’s not a wonder unless I can legitimately wrap up warm and stomp around in it just for fun.
Actually, there is one thing wondrous about it –and that’s the enormous, heart-stopping noise it makes as it slides off the roof and comes crashing to the ground in great, life-threatening waves. Wow – wondrous indeed!
