what I really want is to live in a snow globe

I didn't fully realize just how much I've missed living in an environment with seasons, until now.

The summer in Virginia was hot and humid and there were mosquitoes.



But we really didn't mind too much, because within a short span of time, the days were cooler and the trees were transformed in to the most beautiful palette of color.



The days continued to get cool - cooler - colder - freezing - until the first snowfall that blanketed the entire landscape.



In the six months that we've lived here, we've been able to wear short sleeve shirts and sandals, windbreakers, raincoats, wool sweaters and flannel lined pants. We've worn boots and mittens and hats and scarves. My knitting needles made a reappearance last week and this weekend, I'm planning to scout yarn stores.

I love the change of seasons so much.

My only complaint is now that we're in winter, we are being robbed of snow.

We've only had a few snow showers over the past month and quite frankly, I'm feeling rather frustrated that the measurable quantities are missing us, consistently. Every so often our hopes soar when the weather forecasters will predict snow!

It's coming!

Our way!

But then it doesn't.

The snow went around us on Christmas, around us this past weekend and around us again, tonight. It's teasing us.



Driving around town today, there were plows scattered everywhere. I could see pickup trucks parked on the side of the roads ... just waiting ... and my heart swelled with anticipation. At some point, the accumulation levels were significantly downgraded and sure enough, we received only a light dusting while everywhere around us is hammered.

It falls heavily to the north of us and it falls heavily to the south of us. Even GEORGIA has received more snow than we've received and that's just climatologically wrong.



Charlie and I have become addicted to The Weather Channel, but whenever they show the Doppler Radar over our area, the storms take a quick turn left, right, or dissipates and we are left clutching our sleds and weeping fat tears.

Yes, I know that Northern Virginia received almost four times the average last year and was buried for weeks. I know we missed that. We seriously want a repeat. We have boots and sleds and mittens and enough wood for daily fires until July.

The next chance for snow appears to be next week, but because the temperatures are expected to be in the high 30's to low 40's it will be a "wintry mix." I take that to mean rain mixed with snow which is not exactly something that you can sled upon.

We want for the weather forecasters to be wrong. We want for Mother Nature to surprise us all. We don't want for this to be predictable. We want to be hit with a severe blizzard. We want to wake up in the morning and have so much snow that we can't get out for a week.



Tonight, we received another light dusting and as I sat at my desk, working on a project for work, I caught sight of a yellow flashing light coming down our street.

It was a plow.

They were driving up and down the streets surveying what little snow we had received and I felt like running out and hitting the truck with my shovel before they could drop the plow and scrape it all away. What a bunch of mood killers those guys are...



Don't ruin the snow!

You're RUINING it!!