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Love It or Hate It

  • Writer: Gayle
    Gayle
  • Feb 15
  • 2 min read


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We have had a dearth of snow in our neck of the woods this winter. History bears no guarantee of moisture amounts or particular temperatures so we ride the weather roller coaster in hopes of moderation. My hometown paper reported that it was 34 degrees below zero, 120 years ago this week. 110 years ago, it was reported that "this part of the country is experiencing the worst snow storm it has seen for years. The snow continues without variation and a stiff northwest wind is whipping it into drifts eight to ten feet deep." 75 years ago, "spring-like temperatures melted nearly all the remaining snow in the area."


Last weekend we went from a landscape of crispy brown to a cupcake world frosted with fluffy white snow. For the first time this winter season, snowblowers were revved up and snowplows scraped along the streets. There was a sense of giddiness for those relishing the bounty of winter. Landscaping companies who rely on snow removal to ride out the winter months were ready for action. City crews jumped into their plows and got to work.


I couldn't resist a walk after one of our rounds of snow (cabin fever is real, folks). I fruffed my way through sections of unshoveled sidewalk as I enjoyed the feeling of imprinting fresh tracks in soft snow. The rabbits seem to delight in it as well.


A gentleman was shoveling the end of his driveway when I walked in front of his house. I greeted him and he said with a grin, "A beautiful day, isn't it?" I paused, smiled and answered, "Why, yes it is. The snow is fluffy and the temperatures are above zero." I appreciated his enthusiasm and enjoyed a junco moment, content with what the tundra offers.


This week has continued to be winter heavy. Sub-zero temperatures, persistent snows and gloomy skies threaten to dampen spirits. Some folks choose a beach scene for their screen saver. Others book a trip to Hawaii. And some lean into it with ice skating, skiing, ice fishing and snow sledding.


If it is any consolation, the first day of spring is only 33 days from now. Until then, take advice from the penguins.


Keep your coats shiny, your blubber well-maintained and your friends nearby.



 
 
 

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