Let It Snow

I’m a little hesitant to admit this, but even at my age I still get all excited about snow. There is a reason for this, maybe not a very good one, but a reason nevertheless. I live in an area that averages 5 inches of snow a year. That’s it, and it’s extremely rare that we have more than one snowfall a year, so when it happens it’s a big deal. 

It usually begins with a prediction of snow about a week ahead of time. Then the buzz begins. There’s electricity in the air. It’s all anyone can talk about. Suddenly our world is filled with drama, excitement, and a much needed break from our ordinary mundane lives. 

Then, as the week progresses, there’s the very predictable run on the grocery stores. If you don’t get there early in the week, you’ll find bare shelves and incredibly long checkout lines. Everyone is certain that the 3 inches of snow predicted for the end of the week will leave them completely buried and unable to get out for supplies for weeks on end. Precautions must be taken. One can never leave such things to chance. And oh, the children are all thrilled beyond words because they know that school will be canceled regardless of whether there is a half inch of snow or 10 inches. They are going to get a snow day.

I’m fully aware that anyone living in areas blanketed by snow six months out of the year must find this perfectly ridiculous. I’m going to guess that snow loses its charm for you by the first week of November, if not sooner. Not so around here, and not so with this gal. I think I can safely say that’s never going to change.