It's not too often that the snowfalls are punctuated by fireworks, but it was a treasure we were treated to last night.
Our first snowfall of the season coincided with our local celebrations of Diwali, the festival of lights. Admittedly seeming late this year compared to past seasons (often before Halloween), Diwali is a fun excuse to recall that seemingly "everyday" days in our society can too be treasured.
And as my toddler was praying that the fireworks didn't scare him, we heard the sounds of showers. Snow showers. And it's then that our little miracle began.
Too many times, a snowfall is a bother, not a treasure. Too often, we focus on the inconveniences of it (travel, scraping our cars or shoveling a driveway) and forget the sheer beauty of the whiteness covering the branches, the bushes, the ragged details of our landscapes.
Or worse, we miss the event completely, only grudgingly seeing the end result.
Last night, I was reminded of the beauty of the coming winter. And as we're beginning to see the hustle and bustle of the end of the year - whether it's holiday happenings or end-of-the-year work projects to push out - set aside time, however small, to savor the season's little changes. I promise you won't regret it.
Wishing you happiness this holiday season,
Going Green Mama
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