The weather has been rather dreary here in Smalltown lately. Drab overcast days. Lots of cold. Lots of rain. Lots of ice. The other day, the girls at work were complaining about the yucky weather when I said, out loud for everyone to hear, I just wish it would snow. I can take the cold dreary weather if there was some snow on the ground. Yes, they all looked at me as if I were speaking in a foreign language. It’s rather odd to hear someone over the age of 10 actually wish for snow.
But I do wish for snow. I wish for the kind of wonderful snow that I remember from my childhood. The kind of snow that started falling during the night and covered everything with so much snow that school was cancelled the next morning. The kind of wet fluffy snow that packed nicely to for a snow fort, or a huge snowman. The kind of snow that was the best kind of snow to go sledding. Even though the weather was too bad for us to go to school, we would happly drag our sleds up the hill to the school and race down the hill until we were almost frozen solid.
So I’ve gotten my wish. At least part of it. We started getting snow on Sunday evening and it’s been lightly snowing off and on ever since. The weather geeks called for a lot of snow yesterday but we didn’t get it. They’re calling for 3 to 5 inches of snow tomorrow during the day and some very cold temperatures. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that we actually get it. I want to go out in the back yard and have a snowball fight with Blacky and Luci. I want to make a snowman. Now that I only drive 10 minutes to work every day, I don’t mind driving in the snow so much.
I look at it this way, the snow and cold weather in January is a small price to pay for the warm weather and sunshine in July.
