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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.

9 comments to I wish it would snow.

  • janet bellusci

    what a fun flashback! here’s my question: i can get dashes (-) and underscores (_) on my computer keyboard, but HOW DO YOU DO THE STRIKE-THROUGH lines you so skillfully place through the
    “continuous supply of chilled champagne”, etc.???

  • Deborah

    Ha! I’ve wondered about the strike-throughs, too.

    The posting made me think about how snow sounds when walked on and how sometimes I can hear it falling. There’s no silence like snow silence. I love the glint of moon on snow. But I don’t long for snow here because they don’t know how to deal with it. If it snows much at all, they will interrupt programming on tv to talk about the storm for hours. They aren’t equipped to clear roads (although they’re better here than they are in Seattle). So I miss the snows of yesteryear.

  • Not much snow here in Maine, either, but wicked cold temperatures day after day. Kitty news: Hodge has been sick for three weeks. Four visits to the vet, three kinds of prescription food, two different antibiotics, one minor operation, and a partridge in a pear tree. In this household we are all eagerly awaiting warmer days.

  • Rachel

    It is well known amongst my friends and acquaintances that I moved to San Diego over 20 years ago so that it would *never snow on my ass again.* For me it was a successful move. I am afraid to drive in snow and always seemed to have a job or other obligations that required doing so. The first year I moved here a friend inquired *what do you want to do for your (January) birthday?* And I replied that *I never really plan anything because it just might snow and get cancelled.* It certainly did not snow six months of the year in my mid-atlantic homes, but I lived under the cloud that it COULD snow on any of those days. Moving here was like lifting a giant black cloud from my life and I thank God for this weather EVERY SINGLE DAY. Which said, being able to stay home guiltlessly and enjoy the time and good company, to snuggle up inside when the world is blanketed, to enjoy the freedom of a *snow day,* those indeed are the luxuries of a carefree child or an adult who knows how to enjoy a good life.

    My biggest concern this year has been the lack of snow pack in our western mountains. This is our major water source and we continue to experience long-term drought, after a small bit of recovery last year. So I join you in heartedly wishing it would snow. :-)

  • Gigi

    Not only do I miss the beautiful snows of last winter, I miss winter, period! I live in Edmonton, Alberta and winter has passed us by this year. For months I have yearned for the season that I have learned to love. I miss watching snowflakes drifting down from the sky in that lazy floaty way the big, heavy snowflakes have. I miss the cozy feeling created by snow drifting around the houses in my neighborhood. I miss that Christmas-card feeling of snow piled on spruce trees and birch boughs. I miss having a really good excuse to stay home, curled up in a comfy chair with a mug of tea and a good book.

    Today it feels more like a spring day in late April: the sun is shining brilliantly and the temperature is around 40 degrees (+5 Celsius). As I look out on the bare brown patches on my lawn, and listen to birds singing unseasonable spring songs, it’s yet another day in Edmonton proving that winter has given us only a passing glance.

    I, too, worry about a coming drought this year, and my heart breaks for the trees and the land that will have to struggle again, after the break from the drought last year. I think that our average precipitation has been way below normal since July, 2011.

    So, I will continue wishing, hoping, and praying for snow, and in spring, for rain.

  • I went from San Diego, CA to AK in the 60′s…lots of snow. Moved back to CA 6 mo. later. Md’60′s moved to MI where I stayed for 4 yrs with preschoolers thru 4 miserable winters. When I moved back to CA I vowed I would never live where winter came with a shovel attached. I now live in the Intermountain West where we get a light snow about every 7 yrs, but is gone within 15 mins. Never again will I live where it snows…I don’t understand the love of it that some people have and never will.

  • Nadine

    Joan’s comment got me thinking. I think that appreciating snow is like appreciating regional food preferences., like mustard on pretzels You gotta be born into it to like it.

    Sound is different when it travels over snow. Sunlight creates colors when it bounces off of snow that you don’t usually see. A winter with snowfall gives you an excuse to hibernate.

    JOAN, get this: I was also in AK in the 60s — very late 1967 – 1968. I was attending junior high, in 7th grade. What were you doing?

  • Jeannie

    You should have said something. I had extra. It took over a week for it all to disappear. Don’t dispair, perhaps the blizzard that is hitting Denver will mosey Northeast. Or, you could put ice in the cookie jar and use it for an icer.

  • Sandy

    Me Too!! This long dreary,grey, wet winter is horrible!! Nothing cheers me up like the sight of big fat snowflakes and a fresh blanket of white – a new canvas! Ahh well this is the winter that wasn’t and I have already picked four ticks off my dogs!!AND spotted a black fly on the outside of my kitchen window :-0
    Sandy from CT

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