Sure. If you were sitting inside, all cozy and warm, a hot cup of coffee (or beverage of choice) in hand, munching on a spicy, freshly-made samosa. What would have made it even better was Shammi Kapoor throwing himself down the slopes in an exuberant frenzy, yelling Yahooo! and a beautiful Saira Banu laughingly throwing snowballs at him.
We had more than 27 inches of snow in less than 24 hours this weekend, and the wind had piled the snow into drifts that were nearly 4ft in places. So when one has to go out and dig all that snow so one can actually go out? Umm, not so much of a wonderland, I'm afraid. Ever thought how something so light and fluffy can weigh a tonne when one has been shovelling it for three hours? That is how long it took me to shovel the steps while my husband took as long a time to clear our driveway using the snow blower. I must confess that he had the harder time of it - trying to come up our mini-ski-slope of a driveway pushing the heavy snow blower up is not a joke. Especially when our son is imitating Shammi Kapoor right next to its wicked blades, or when my husband slips on the treacherous ice underfoot as he makes his way back up - and then repeats the whole procedure again, and again.
One person had a lot of fun, though - my son. He swam across the snow; he sledded on our driveway; he sank in the snowdrifts that were taller than him. We sweated it out and cursed, and I'll be glad never to see another snowflake. Ever. Have a look at some photographs snapped from our house, front and back.