This is what it looks like outside right now.
Now I know what you’re thinking. What kind of big barren wasteland of ice did you move to? But no, no it’s not a massive flat snowfield. It’s actually Lake Michigan, and I’m standing about 20 yards into the bay to take this picture. Yow, right? It’s a lot of snow. We had another snow day on Friday. Honestly, though, we don’t seem to have that much snow on the ground, it’s just been crazy windy so any exposed spots are pretty clear. It’s also been bitterly cold, and since my now seven-year-old has been sick, the kids have had to enjoy this snow from inside the windows. They’ve been chomping at the bit to go outside and play, though, and who can blame them? When it warms up just a titch, we’ll be all over it.
Today’s book was published in 1947, it’s an instant hit of nostalgia and good wholesome small-town wintertime fun. Alvin Tresselt’s lyrical White Snow Bright Snow is one of our favorite snowy day books.
The book is full of scenes of small town life from the first snowfall to the last melt- the postman, the farmer, the policeman, the policeman’s wife, the children and the rabbits each respond to the different phases of winter.
The postman said it looked like snow. The farmer said it smelled like snow. The policeman said it felt like snow, and his wife said her big toe hurt, and that always meant snow. Even the rabbits knew it, and scurried around in the dead leaves. While the children watched the low gray sky, waiting for the first snowflakes to fall. Then, just when no one was looking, it came. One flake, two flakes, five, eight, ten, and suddenly the air was filled with soft powdery snowflakes, whispering quietly as they sifted down.
Each scene is portrayed in pure throwback fashion: the farmer with his ubiquitous pipe and plaid flannels, the postman with his rubber galoshes, the policeman’s wife in her fabulous yellow dress at the wood cookstove trying to keep her husband from getting sick, the children with their toboggans with metal runners, and the beautifully quiet illustrations of snow blanketing the town’s rooftops.
These aren’t book reviews, per se, but more profiles of the really, really good ones (I don’t bother with ones that aren’t awesome). Recommendations, really, for which I am not compensated. If you’re looking to buy any of them you can click on the the links and cover photos in each post, OR you can click on the little box over there on the right that says “amelie’s bookshop (buy the books)” and it will take you to my Amazon Affiliate store- you’re buying them as you normally would through Amazon, except that I get a teeny tiny commission. Or even better, walk on down to your local independent bookseller and support them.
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