We got 3"+ of wet snow last week. Mostly gone now, except in the plow piles. Today's predicted high of near 60 F should finish it off.
I'd somehow forgotten how magical it is until I felt flakes on my face last night. I'm glad it snowed for you today.
Oh, hooray! (Last week it flurried, and while the snow basically didn't stick at all, it did make small white margins to the paths. Just that made me inexpressibly happy.)
I get no nerd points for knowing your reference, but I love snow with all my heart, as well. My friends and family think I'm insane (snow is something to be shoveled and plowed and complained about), but I do love it.
(Pssst. It's Sneakers. Which is worth seeing if you haven't.)
I confess to being a fair-weather snow-friend, so to speak. I like it when I'm in a place that deals well with it, not so much when in a place that can't cope. So I was fine with spending a winter in Worcester, MA , when there was so much snow that the roadsides were piled all winter long, but I don't like it here even though we never get more than an occasional few inches.
[1} Well, "fine" isn't the word; I complained about being there all winter. But not because of the snow.
I hear the east coast is actually going to get some winter this year, which we had about 2-1/2 days of last year and I felt like everyone I talked to was terribly excited that it stayed so "nice" out except for me. I am all in favor of seasons with weather in, except perhaps for summer.
I miss the way the air smells when it's about to snow.
I'm glad you have snow. I hope it sticks around for a bit.
I thought I was the only one! I did that once in San Diego, in *April*. Turned out to be sawdust. Which does not pack well. :D
The winter of 2010 was a bit much for even me, but last year was altogether too little. I am hoping we get 3-5 good blizzards this year, preferably on weekends when I can sit home and enjoy while drinking cocoa and taking the dogs out to zoom.
The winter of 2010 was not a bit much for me. The winter of 2010 felt like a good start to me.
I woke up pretty late and the light behind the curtains made me hope for a sunny day, only it was bluer somehow -- oh, wow, snow.
It's not shovelable, and I don't like using the ice melter on it, in the same way I don't like ripping up new tender weeds in the spring. Because it is the FIRST. And it is so FRAGILE.
At least it won 't sow seeds all over and end up growing lavishly in the gutters.
It won't? Oh, the disappointment.
Well, more accurately, it will do so or not independent of whether I shovel it, melt it with chemicals, or leave it alone.
I don't get as much snow here (Stockport near Manchester) as I did when we were really Sheffield dogs or as when we were in Oldham (also near Manchester, but about 500 foot higher). I miss it.
My best memory from when I was little was someone opening the back door and there being a wall of snow higher than me; it shaded from grey at the bottom to white to rainbow snow crystals at the top. I was only two and a half so it won't have been that much snow, but still very unusual in Oxford. My Mother made sure we all saw it before the older boys cleared it away.
I wish I could send you all of our snow for the rest of the year, until we get (at least most of) the infrastructure for dealing with it working again.
I am very glad the snow is there, making you happy.
I like snow a little more because it makes you so happy. It is good when there are friend things that make us like stuff more.
I'm a winter girl myself, so I get this.
I like birch trees and bears and granite. And I like that poem.
Have you been exposed to the Saami's eight seasons? I find them interesting. I will happily hold forth with people (usually sad disgusted people) about the differences among fall snow, winter snow, and spring snow, but it sounds like the Saami have even more season labels that come with snow.