Snow, we hardly know you.
Here it is Dec. 18 and I shoveled for the first time this winter. Did anyone even think that was possible?
It was hardly measurable. Pretty sure we didn’t even get half an inch. But it was cold enough not to melt and the wind was calm enough so it wouldn’t blow away. I gave in around 9:30 p.m. because all my neighbors had shoveled so I knew I had to do the responsible thing.
It took me less than 10 minutes.
I can find something to complain about in almost any season. Spring? Too short. Summer? Too hot and muggy. Autumn? Too short. Winter? Too long.
But I’m thinking this winter merits no complaint so far. The worst I’ve had to do was drive home in the rain from Thanksgiving. That’s right, it was raining. My car is still sitting out on the driveway. It has a slight frosting of snow but that just meant less for me to shovel.
This has been the mildest of beginnings to Mother Nature’s toughest season, so no complaints here. I’ve got a nice warm house, hot chocolate and I’ve started a new cross stitch.
Heck, I think I’m finally getting the hang of winter.