When I recently heard the term “snow rollers” I couldn’t imagine what the weather broadcasters were referring to.
What’s more, I couldn’t believe I’d never heard that term before - particularly since I like to think of myself as a self-styled, outdoor enthusiast, or more accurately -- just someone who appreciates nature.
To be honest, I thought a better name for those amazing balls of snow made by the wind blowing across snow-covered ground should have been “Snowy Tumbly Weeds.”
What’s more, I couldn’t believe I’d never heard that term before - particularly since I like to think of myself as a self-styled, outdoor enthusiast, or more accurately -- just someone who appreciates nature.
To be honest, I thought a better name for those amazing balls of snow made by the wind blowing across snow-covered ground should have been “Snowy Tumbly Weeds.”
After all ...
EVERYONE knows the really true snow rollers are all those cute, little children bundled up to the point of overstuffed and ready for a snowy adventure.
Whether sledding, snowball throwing, fort construction, or snow angel and footprint making, kids pretty much love the snow and adults pretty much don’t!
Being one of those adults who has “had it” with the winter of 2014, I've found a short-term solution to regain some of my enthusiasm by taking winter walks and enjoying the antics of Bexley's Snow Rollers at the Jeffrey Park sledding hill. Their enthusiasm is contagious and the mayhem is exhilarating.
Warning: If you visit the woods during the snowy season, be prepared to smile and don’t be surprised if a giggle erupts. Snow rollers are hysterical!
Making Footprints In The Snow
Into the winter woods we ran,
Stomping boots as hard as we can.
Making footprints in the snow,
Of where we’ve been and where to go.
Out of the winter woods we went,
Done making footprints ~ daylight spent.
Hoping they don’t melt away,
So those who come will stop and say ...
... “Who made these prints one snowy day?”
Into the winter woods we ran,
Stomping boots as hard as we can.
Making footprints in the snow,
Of where we’ve been and where to go.
Out of the winter woods we went,
Done making footprints ~ daylight spent.
Hoping they don’t melt away,
So those who come will stop and say ...
... “Who made these prints one snowy day?”