Monday, December 05, 2011

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

I raked leaves again this past weekend. It was almost 50ºF. In December. In Massachusetts. So what else am I going to do? I went out and raked leaves. Got tons of them to get out of the yard. My leaf pile out back is reaching epic proportions. Not that it'll stay that way. By next spring, when the snow melts, the monstrous leaf pile will be little more than a swell in the ground. That's if there's any snow to melt. Which I'm beginning to have my doubts about just now. It's gonna be 60ºF today. And the 10-day forecast shows that the temps will never drop below 40 and there will not be any snow. A few rain showers, but no snow. It seems our October blizzard may have used up our snow quota for the year. Still, though, you can't count winter out yet, especially since it hasn't really even begun yet, and won't for another two weeks. So, Old Man Winter still has at least three months left to pour down his fury upon us. I hope he does too. I'd hate to have that new snow blower I just bought sit idle in the garage all winter for lack of any snowflakes to blow. Besides, I like snow for Christmas. I've had a snowy Christmas every single year since 2003. That's one of the reasons I live in the North and put up with the cold and the snow and the frost and the ice. I like a snowy Christmas. If not for that, I'd have headed south long ago. Living in the snow belt also gives you capital. Face it - only tough people live in the North. The South, with it's three seasons and it's warm - even hot - temperatures, is for soft people, people who think it's cold when the mercury drops below 65ºF, people who don't like wool cuz it makes them itch. Ya gotta be tough to live in a place that's below freezing much of the year, where the snow is measured in feet, where people really need 4-wheel-drive vehicles just to get to the grocery store, where almost everyone can expostulate on which type of wood is better for burning and whether a pellet stove is better than a traditional wood stove (traditional is better). People in the Southeast, the Southwest, and Texas (it's its own region altogether) will boast and brag about how much better it is to live there than anywhere else. But let's face it, until you've been snowshoeing in the shadow of the Grand Tetons, or camped in a rustic cabin buried in three feet of snow, or - yes - even just snowplowed your own driveway and then come back into the warmth of your own house and a steaming mug of cider, you just haven't lived. Come one Winter, bring it on!

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