It was a warm 55 degrees on Friday - I walked outside without a coat on even! Saturday there was a threat of snow and when a few flakes came down in the morning mixed with rain the teens began the obligatory flip-out "It's SNOWING!" Nothing even stuck to the coldest of areas on the ground.
Then in the afternoon it really did begin to snow - and it is pretty...wet, packing snow makes for a beautiful fall. Check it out:
The kids were even able to have a snowball fight with Father Kauth before Mass...more pics...
When you've grown up in a place that gets beautiful snow from Halloween to Christmas then just gets COLD from January through Easter, you begin to hate snow. It's pretty on the day, but the day is filled with anticipation about all of the inconveniences, dirty looks, iceberg like yard ornaments that happen after for the NEXT THREE MONTHS!
It's not exciting when you have to shovel, snow-blow, chip away at ice for days and weeks after the first pretty fall. Over Christmas it snowed almost 30 inches over the course of 2 days and my dad had to snow-blow the driveway three times each day it snowed! THREE TIMES! That's the crazy part no one down her knows about.
So please - you can be excited, that's fine - but I'm not...and won't be until I can forget all of those cold memories. For years I can remember weeks upon weeks where we were excited, super EXCITED when it was in the double digits - NOT above freezing, just when it was going to be a high of 11 degrees! 11 DEGREES, Farenheight people, not Celcius! That's not warm, people - but when it's below freezing for months and below 0 for more than a week - you begin to despise the cold. So don't make me be excited, and don't be upset that I'm not sharing in your joy - I just like summer, I really like the warmer months - it's no crime, someone has to like the summer!
|what the morning after looks like from the car!|