If it doesn't will we make mock snowballs for our children to play with and tell them stories about the good ole' days of igloos and ice skating, of snow men and angels? Will we endeavor to find joy in an earth deprived of her chance to sleep? How over tired she might become, her fields no longer dormant in winter. Given all of this potential I am offering up one mended snowball. Both, as an effort to repair the damage we have already done, to mend some minuscule aspect of our changing climate, but also to provide some vague memory for future generations of how it might have been, snow rolled on snow to form balls, balls for chucking at our buddies in the park, balls for building frosty beings to converse with and dream about. This giant snowball is made from my grandmother's vintage cashmere sweaters, worn thin and loved for their softness and warmth. They have been bundled and stitch together, a warm barrier in the cold, a symbol of winter's past and the warmth needed turned into winter's future and the search for snow flush with playfulness and joy.
So get out there and love the cold while we have it. Embrace the ice and snow, but then of course, relish the warmth that is about to sweep across our doorsteps. I for one am pretty excited about it.
**Okay so the extreme cold temperatures caused my poor mock snowball to deflate a bit. Please pardon her wrinkles. Have no fear, there are treatments for such things.