Sunday, January 23, 2011
Against this ridge of snow, these apple trees wait in the wind. On Stevens, we lived on quite a rise that led to a neighborhood below. There was a trail that curved its way to Leo's backyard. In summer, even in the darkness, it was a 'trip' (when running fast) that might take all of about 20 seconds. However, winter nights held the most fun. After snowfalls like we've experienced the past few weeks, we'd drag a pathway, twisting and turning through the apple trees with many a dip and turn. Next, we'd smooth it out by flipping Grampa's snow scoop upside down, put a light-weight kid (Marty) on top and pull it all the way to the bottom, making it packed and very fast. And if it rained and froze... oh my! It was so much more exciting and hazardous then the toboggan runs we saw on TV during the Olympics. After all, it started out with a fast downhill swoop, past the huge elm on the left, up and down along the bushes ( with branches often slapping us in the face), around an almost hairpin turn (your sled needed to maneuver well, or you'd be thrown off course), along side our tree house, across the hidden cesspool, and down the Poisson's driveway. If we were lucky, it ended on Mayfield in the middle of the street. Run after run we traveled, screaming all the way. Only the full moon, lighting the way, could add to a night like that!