So this weekend will go down in history in the world of…me. Bear with me for a moment as I desperately need to document this day. Saturday will be burned into my memory forever as the day that snow fell in my own backyard for the very first time. Not just the little flurries I posted about Saturday morning, oh no. This came later and consisted of big, fat flakes and the whole city turning different shades of gray and blue. Finally, I got my snow day. I was about ready to give up on the whole idea, you see. Ready to say good riddens and move onto spring already without even a tiny trace of snow. I know I talk a lot about it on my blog and I know it’s overkill, but that’s all I’ve really wanted since I moved here from Florida. SNOW! It has always alluded me. I called myself a snow jinx constantly. Well, snow jinx no more!
We were on our way to a movie when weather man Brad tweeted that a system of snow was on it’s way and would be expected to arrive in the middle of our movie. Adam suggested we skip the movie, but I didn’t want to make him miss it just for a system that may or may not appear. Then he said he wanted to see the snow just as much as I did and, well, there you have it. So U-turn we did and headed right back home. Within thirty minutes of being home, sleet fell for a minute or two and we were confused, thinking that was it. Oh no. Five minutes later, the flakes were falling like crazy.The snow came down quickly and covered everything but the warm streets with a blanket of white. We ran outside, me with my camera and Penny in tow for the first little bit and Adam with Nola. I’m not lying when I say I heard people in our neighborhood, a few streets down, cheering. Our neighbors came out and we stood outside, throwing snowballs and soaking it all in at that moment. It was amazing. My hands froze, my nose turned red and it was glorious. Appendage-numbingly glorious. Our dogs got to play in it for the first time and Nola couldn’t help but rub her face all over the yard.
It’s been three days since the flakes fell and turned what looked (and felt) like springtime just the day before into a veritable winter wonderland. The green has returned leaving no evidence that flakes even fell from the sky over my fair city. But it happened.
Thank you, snow, for visiting. You made a dream come true this weekend.*
*This is not a dramatization. I really do love snow this much. I’m a bit ridiculous, I know.