It is days like today that make me regret ever moving back to the mid-west from Colorado. I have been reading, with great envy, about the snow storm currently piling all of that lovely white snow, now measuring in feet in various parts of the state. (NOTE: The PIC is from a web cam very close to where I used to live in Denver.)
I was just having a conversation about snow, or rather the lack of it, here in Indiana last night and we both agreed that it would be nice to have a white Christmas. Well, if we were living out west we’d be having one.
I have fond memories of several of the snow storms I went through while living in Colorado. They were fantastic! Not quite what we had here in the mid-west back during the Blizzard of ’78, but good enough. I even went through one “thunder snow” storm while living in Denver. The lightening was red and purple…
Four years ago, here, on Christmas Eve we had a very nice storm come through which left 9 to 13” in various parts of the area. That was a great Christmas morning…
Alas, according to the forecast for next week, we won’t be having a White Christmas here. So… Enjoy all of you denizens of the Great Plains! Maybe next year…
And to All! A very Merry Christmas! …and a Happy New Year!!
7 comments:
That's what we're expecting very soon. :(
If we don't have snow by Christmas, then I want spring to come really quick. What's the use of having cold weather without it:(
I guess we can all kiss those dreams of a white Christmas good bye, oh well such is life in good ol' Indiana. :-p
Cold weather has its joys. Sure, snow is pretty (as are three foot long icicles), but even without the snow, the cold is the deep, primal reminder that we are warm-blooded. It reminds us that warmth and comfort are good things: they turn us to the hearth. Plus, something about bitter wind cutting through me... I dunno, it reminds me I'm alive, despite everything, I'm alive. I like cold weather.
Slacker, you like ALL weather or at least that seems to be so. Cold is good as long as I don't have to be out in it very long.
Dodo, I could regale you with a tale about the time myself, Slacker, and another companion braved the 75 degrees below 0 wind chill factors to wander around the frozen wastes (i.e. river bottoms) one day of one winter during our youth… It was a memorable outing…
You all are nuts but then I think that you already know that. :-)
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