There really IS a God! I just knew it! He has sent snow to
Because this cold snap has remained since before Christmas, there has been enough to make long hills desirable for sledding. You’d be hard-pressed to find more than the mound of an ancient king’s grave around where we live. We had to drive where there were hills, but that was fun, too.
We were invited by friends in
“Will it be really cold?” he asked. We told him we’d make sure he was bundled for warmth and padding. We took note to do the same for ourselves as we were in our thirties when we used to make a regular habit of careening down the birch studded hills of
After taking the time to bundle ourselves up, then remember we should use the toilet, we hopped in cars toward the hills of
We started the climb. First we climbed a brick stairway; typical for
This hill rose up out of seemingly nowhere to look out over miles of surrounding winter landscape under a pink-hemmed blue sky. A cluster of houses typified those we see on greeting cards with orange and black roofs and twinkling porch lights neatly planted against rolling hills and the now bare bushy willows and beeches (can you hear me straining not to use the word “nestled”?). It was a picture worth painting, so I enjoyed that while I waited for a turn to go down the hill (first reluctantly, then expectantly).
When the boys finally surrendered the sleds for fear of our threats (three adults waiting), I was granted a whirl as long as
Do you know we made it to the bottom? Nothing hurt. To boot, I was able to climb the hill without panting (a few aches expected the next morning, but who cares?).
The sleds were a bit small for
More friends arrived with more sleds and we could go down at will. We watched people don plastic bags and slide on their plastic covered bellies. All smiles, all fun. We left at dusk, the city and traffic lights glowing, our faces numb, to make little pizzas and a sugar cake. Now that’s a great way to spend a January day. What a blessing!