|A twig peeks out|
I was under the impression that I have lived long enough that nothing would be able to knock me for a loop. There is a woman, however, who can still pull surprises out of a hat. Her name is Mother Nature.
The weatherman had been forecasting a potentially heavy snowfall for the area since last week. In Virginia weather predictions can no longer surprise anyone. Precip…toss the dice. Amount? Pick a number, any number from one to ten.
This time they promised a snowman building snow. Wet enough to pack together and, well, enough to actually create one over a couple of inches tall.
Our event started with rain and lots of it. Then it changed to sleet my favorite precipitation. (Kidding!) Not content to remain in this state it then changed into a wet snow full of flakes the size of dinner plates.
And then the thunder started!! Thunder in January! Thundersnow? I thought I was dreaming, but this morning the newspaper’s front page proclaimed this rare phenomenon a fact!
How many inches did we get? Well I guess it varied for each ten miles as is common in this State, but in my area we got around two inches. No snowman for me. In addition the temperature turned a bit colder so the snow that was supposed to be packable was just dry and crusty. You won’t win any snowball fights that way.
I can’t complain. At least it’s not “Snowmageddon” as the media dubbed it during last year’s rare back-to-back blizzards. It was just “Thundersnow.” Here in the south we just love those nicknames!
|Bending to nature's will|