Snow storms have been sweeping the country, apparently, but there is not a flake to be seen anywhere in the few square miles surrounding my house. And this is a shame, because I love snow.
Now I know there will be readers of this blog who regularly get 6 feet of the stuff, and for whom the novelty of the first snowballs of the season seems like a lifetime ago. But I haven’t had any this year, and I’m itching to build a snowman.
This past week I’ve been eagerly watching the weather forecasts as the snow has swept across Southern England, Northern England, Northern and Eastern Scotland and conspicuously bypassing the SW corner of Scotland. This morning, however, the forecasters confidently predicted snow to be falling across Dumfries & Galloway. Indeed, I’ve heard that schools have been closed less than an hour’s drive west of here, but still the skies here remain stubbornly clear. I’ve just picked up Meg from school and although there’s a bitter chill in the air and darker clouds far off on the horizon, there will be no snowball fights in the garden with the kids today.
During my student exchange in Canada, I loved the massive amount of snow that fell endlessly for months. The only problem was when it began to thaw and you got hundreds of puddles of icy water, just deep enough to go over the top of your boots, caught in walls of compacted slush that would take weeks to finally disappear. But it was worth it for the sheer amount of the white stuff across the winter.
I think I would be happiest living in a place where we had long hot summers and cold, snowy winters, rather than tepid rain or cold rain, depending on the season. But until such time, I will make the most of the slightest bit of snowfall. If it does arrive and there’s enough of it, I will post a picture of my first, and probably only, snowman of the season.