Sometimes, it snows in June.

There is a snowball tree in our back yard.


For 11 months of the year, it looks like your average deciduous shrub.  And in the winter, it’s pretty dang ugly: just a contortion of barren, dead-looking sticks.

But  in late spring, it explodes in a mass of beautiful, white petals.  For the two weeks that it blooms, you can barely see the greenery hidden underneath the display of flowers.

It’s pretty stunning.  I look forward to those two weeks out of the year where we have a little visual break from the dreary Northwest springs.

Alas, the same snowball tree caught my son’s eye when we were outside playing in the yard last weekend.

I was working in the garden while the kids were doodling with sidewalk chalk on the back porch.  They were busy and content.   Or, so I thought.

Because in the brief time I had my back turned, Chip had grown bored with the sidewalk chalk.  So he wandered a few steps away, where my beautiful snowball tree taunted and beckoned to him.

It was the giggling that made me turn around.  But it was the destruction that made me come running.

“Noooo!”  I shrieked, as I bolted towards him.

But apparently, I run really slowly.  Either that, or my son picks at lightning speed (seriously, I should put the kid to work picking weeds).  By the time I had made it across the yard, countless handfuls of the blooms had been viciously plucked from the bush.  They lay strewn across the lawn like little dismembered snowmen.

I was mad.  As in, really, really fuming.  And I was also out of breath from sprinting across the yard.

As I stood there, my son looked up at me.  He deliberately yanked one more bloom from the bush, and held it up to me.

“It’s snowing, momma!” he said, shaking the flower maniacally.

I don’t know why.  But immediately, my anger dissipated.  Maybe it was seeing how much hilarity he saw in such a simple thing.  Or maybe it was seeing the little white petals stick in his dark hair like snowflakes.  Or his little giggles of delight.

I changed my tactic.  I explained that we do not pull flowers off plants.  But that, sometimes, if momma or daddy were with us, it was okay to make it snow.

So we shook that plant like there was no tomorrow.  We wiggled the branches, and batted at the leaves wildly.   It resembled one of those famous pillow fight scenes.  Except, instead of feathers, we were caught in a blizzard of petals and leaves.

Screams of glee.

Clouds of pollen (which I’m pretty sure confirmed that my kids are not allergic to pollen).

Flurries of white snow.

By the time we were done, our lawn was pretty much covered in white.  And my beautiful snowball tree had been decimated.  At least from 3 feet down.

I guess I’ll have to wait until next June to see the snowball tree flower again.  But I learned something this year when it bloomed.

There are some things in life that are pretty to look at.

But there are some things in life that are beautiful when they’re properly played with.

Sometimes, you just need a two year-old to bring that to light.  And to make it snow in June.

9 thoughts on “Sometimes, it snows in June.”

  1. What a great story. I love those moments when you see something that you’ve seen 100 times before, only this time you see it through the eyes of your child and it becomes so much better.

  2. I just loved this post…so true how we can forget to get lost in the moment…the moments that kids live in. Glad you were able to join them and enjoy the snow!

  3. Wow, you are just like me. I mean in the whole thing. I would have been outraged, but when I see my tot making a quite rational remark like Chip did, it would totally get me. And I would see all the things he sees. Wonderful situation and the tree will bloom again next year.

  4. Oh, you made me cry. I really needed to read this. The boys have been such a handful this week, and I was so stressed out about everything being so messy.

    It’s summer. They’re boys. Let’s get dirty.

  5. If there is going to be snow in June, I guess this is way better than real snow??

    It is pretty powerful those times when we go from wanting to ring their necks to sheer happiness, isn’t it?

  6. My friend has one of those bushes, they are so pretty.

    Nice way to turn it around, mama. It’ so easy to lose our cool when stuff like that happens, and sometimes it’s really just kids being kids.

    Great post!

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