When I ask my kids what they miss about living in Washington State, the youngest two say “Snow.”
Snow. Really? Snow?
Snow rarely fell in Washington State (unless you were in the mountains), unlike it had in Michigan when we lived there for four years. In Michigan, the snow began in October one year and we never saw the grass again until March.
That is one long winter, especially without the Internet and twin toddler boys in a house on ten acres.
But in Seattle, snow would fall maybe once a year, possibly twice. It would stick around for a week, usually less. Just enough for a snow day or two, dozens of car accidents, hysterical news stories on every local network, and a few muddy snowmen pockmarked with leaves. Then it would turn to slush, the slush would melt, then refreeze into ice, and then it would rain again, much to relief of native Pacific Northwesterners everywhere.
But it clearly made an impression on the kids.
Rain fell today in San Diego. The house was shadowy from the clouds, darker than normal. I wanted to curl up with a quilt and a book (but instead, I worked all day).
When it rains here, I instinctively brace myself for weeks of wet feet and gloomy skies.
But tomorrow it will be sunny again.
This happy girl might be dreaming of a White Christmas, but she’ll have to be content with remembering wacky snowman she created from inches of fallen snow.
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Well…..I’m in Seattle. We got a few inches of snowfall last night into this morning, and I’m done. Done. DONE! with snow. gah.
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I just saw pictures of the snow on Facebook . . . how coincidental! I had no idea Seattle was expecting snow at all!
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I saw a HUGE snowman in someone’s yard today – in the middle of two other snowmen. Or snow-women. Hard to tell. I think the head on one was a pumpkin. Strange. But then again – seeing snow here is strange, like you said – it is not often we get it.
But for two or three days, the weather reports said we could wake up to about 5 inches of snow Friday morning. Hmmm, I thought. Really? How can they tell? Well – they knew something more than I did. We woke up to snow, (it started about 3:00 a.m. I was told) and more fell until about 11:15 a.m.
Putting on my coat – which had been in the car for several weeks, but last night I thought I ought to have it in the house, just in case it got cold enough to want to wear it – a warm scarf, and my cashmere gloves, I went out to brave the streets. Most were passable, but one road I went on was very icy, and the car slid a few times. I stopped many times during the several hours I was out – mostly to take pictures. First of trees, then of snowmen. I had a secret wish to be able to get down on the ground and make a snow-angel. I fear those days are gone forever. But my enjoyment of the snow and the beauty it brings remains. I loved the day we had of snow. Grace should have enjoyed it with me!
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