I’ve spent all winter in search of snow. Of course, I rarely see more than a dusting…I’m just a bit too far south to get a real snow storm. But that doesn’t stop me from doing my snow dance if the weatherman hints that a flurry is possible. The week before I went to Chicago, they got like 10 inches of snow piled on top of 8 inches they had a few days before. When I got there? Sixty degrees. Same thing with my trip to West Virginia, they got a ton just before I arrived, and when I was there, it was so warm I was taking my coat off as we stood in line to snowtube. (Fake snow at the tubing park does NOT count.)
With March upon us, it looked like my hopes to see snow this winter were dashed. But, take a look at this:
About three inches of the biggest flakes I have ever seen in my life, and it’s still coming down! The last time it snowed in March here it was 1980.
And do you know what happens in the south if snow is hinted at?
Ok, it wasn’t quite THAT bad, but it was bad. You’d have thought the end of the world was nigh. I always do my grocery shopping on Sunday, and it was a madhouse today as the frightened southerners rushed to get their bread, milk, and cigarettes ahead of the storm. Already the local news are reporting over 300 closings. I can guarantee that by morning, that list will be over 1,000!
But I am in heaven! I just love a snowstorm.