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.