It's a Grand Day for Snow - or NOT!

Willow and Birch

This past weekend we've had our first major blast of snow here. Although we do get a lot of snow over the winter months, it usually doesn't start quite this early. October and November tend to be months where we get a "sprinkling" of snow; the kind of stuff that usually melts away pretty quickly, but the snow we just got was the kind you had to shovel, more than once, and then spread ice-melter (we don't use salt, cause it's bad for the environment and our city water systems) so you can walk without pulling a Three-Stooges move.

Shrugging myself in a winter coat that feels as though it weighs ten pounds, pulling on boots to my knees, grabbing a heavy knit cap, scarf and gloves or mitts ... is so not the highlight of my day.

I'd really prefer if the snow and sub-zero temperatures would hold off until sometime in January, when we are comfortably sitting in the warm sun and blue skies of our home in Florida.

I'm not a happy camper right now. I can handle a certain amount of cold weather (provided I'm bundled up like a polar bear), but I'd rather be warm year round. And I've come to hate the snow. Seriously hate it.

Oh sure, there is no denying that on a sunny day (even when bitterly cold) when the sun sparkles off fresh-fallen snow like a myriad of tiny diamonds, it's beautiful. Very pretty indeed, as long as it's viewed through a window with a fireplace blazing away filling the room with enough heat to make you sweat.