The Snowy Day

Pulled this classic out over the weekend to commemorate the first snow of the winter, and have read it three nights running. Every time I see it again, I admire it more and more. It’s deceptively simple at first. But stare for a while at those illustrations–they are really first class. And think about the few actions the main character takes–they are perfect, they are universal, they are exactly what a kid alone might do.

My son dragged me out of bed this morning to stand at the window with him and watch the snowflakes fall. Can we make snow angels, he asked, and can we throw snowballs, and can we do to the park and make a snowman? All these things, straight out of The Snowy Day.