Snow!

There's been a bit of it here.

2/27/21
Snow.
A dusting, probably.
Our little one,
I think instinctually now,
Sticks her tongue out
   when we go outside
   to sled or walk.
Catch those snowflakes.
She knows
   they will come to her.
...

This quaint poem from around this time of year in Every Day, Luv brings up peaceful images of gentle snowflakes dancing on our little one’s tongue as she gracefully sleds down our little hill outside our front door.

That was then, this is now.

What we have gotten in the two storms over the last 48 hours here in Southern New Hampshire is certainly not a dusting. And the whipping winds are not at all welcoming to catching anything on one’s tongue, except severe windburn. Some are saying the one raging outside as I write this is record-breaking. Old timers will probably disagree (something about the blizzard of ‘78). Who knows?…

Recently, I’ve written about sending dispatches of our freezing temperatures to a friend in LA, and our family’s continued discussions on perhaps flying south someday. Storms like this make me wonder what the equivalent experience would be in those other climates.

Would a Florida “blizzard“ be battering down the hatches for a hurricane? A tropical heat wave? Would a Los Angeles “Nor’easter” be wildfires? An earthquake?

What’s the southern equivalent to brushing two feet of snow off a seven-foot tall minivan? Or the equivalent to the satisfaction once you have single-handedly cleaned off the minivan with nothing but a skinny window brush?

Our minivan, far right. This was a light dusting compared to what followed…

Those who’ve made the move south say things like “you can’t shovel sunshine.” True, but you also can’t ski on sunshine, sled on sunshine, or flop down in a pile of fluffy sunshine and make sun angels.

Although there are many days on which we look longingly at the weather in Orlando, for now I’ll take the shoveling and winter sports over hurricane winds and desert flames.

❤️
Adam