What Snow’s Made For


Jane said she’d never heard of anyone liking fogs before but she didn’t mind trying. …

“That’s why Camilla and I got married,” said Denniston as they drove off. “We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It’s a useful taste if one lives in England.”

“How ever did you learn to do that, Mr. Denniston?” said Jane. “I don’t think I should ever learn to like rain and snow.”

“It’s the other way round,” said Denniston. “Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up. Haven’t you ever noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children—and the dogs? They know what snow’s made for.”

~ C.S. Lewis in That Hideous Strength

My grandchildren providing the illustration


7 thoughts on “What Snow’s Made For

  1. Truly, it is all in the clothing! Snow and weather are interesting and even fun, but not if you get soaked/chilled to the bone with melted snow, as I used to as a child when we went “to the snow” for the day without any proper gear.

    As an “old person” now, I find a reluctance to get out there in the cold and/or wet, but if I do dress properly and make the effort, it is purely wonderful to experience the elements. Glory to God!

    Thank you for this reminder, which I don’t recall from my reading too long ago. And a perfect blending with those delightful pictures!

    • Thank you for your kind words. I have been walking at dark-thirty and I am amazed at the glory of the pre-dawn sky. Also, I never grasped how many different areas the moon is in the morning.

      The boy pictured at the top will heartily concur with your reflections. He wasn’t able to find his snow suit, so he wore a sweatshirt (!); he about died of the cold after an hour of playing in it. We hustled to the car and poured hot chocolate into him!

  2. Carol, This is a great post. I enjoyed seeing your family and the new additions that are baa-utiful!
    Just read a children’s book entitled Rosetown by Cynthia Rylant and a passage about singing in the choir reminded me of you. The young girl character Flora says, “I’m inside the singing now.” “Inside the singing?” repeated her father. “If I’m in the audience, I’m outside the singing,” said Flora. “But if I’m in the choir, I’m inside the singing. It’s like the difference between just looking at a bear and being a bear. I feel like I’m a bear now.” Flora’s father smiled. “That is the best reason for being in a choir that I ever heard.” love and prayers, jep

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