Yes, you read that right. I wish it would snow.
I should have put a P.S. to last week’s post to let you all know that our Winter of 2012 was over by Monday afternoon, when a warm 50-degree rain banished any hint of Wonderland. Now all I see when I look at our backyard is dead grass.
But oh, I remember the good old days. The fabled Endless Blizzard of 2010-2011.
It began in December, 2010, like this (This is my Champagne-O-Meter with his buddy, Mr. Cookie Jar Snowman):
And then we just got used to living with a continuous supply of chilled champagne in a perpetual wonderland. This was the Winter that never went away, and I was happy.
Yes, there were intermittent thaws and melts, but there was not a single day that whole Winter when we had to look at anything that was not powdery and soft and beautiful. Just when we were in danger of running out of chilled champagne snow…
…another blessed blizzard would wend its way to the Isle of Long and spare us from the blight of not having a continuous supply of you-know-what being able to look at the comforting forgetfulness on snow:
And here is what the final, coup-de-grace Blizzard of the Fabled Winter of 2010-2011 looked like:
(I knew another monster storm was heading our way, but the new Champagne-O-Meter kept sinking into the powder so I had to position it on a tray so it would stay afloat. Mr. Cookie Jar Snowman is buried under several weeks’ worth of precipitation to the left.)
How gorgeous it was to stay tucked up cosy in my house as flakes fell gently from the sky all night long.
And in the morning, there was this:
Yes, I miss the continuous supply of chilled champagne beauty of Winter.