The Winter that Wasn't

March is almost here and still no snow. Old man winter was something of a No-Show this year. Well, we had that hellascious snow storm on Halloween that knocked down thousands of trees in New England and knocked out power to tens of thousands of people throughout the area. But since then? Well, there's hardly been enough snow to spit at. And the temperatures haven't been that severe either. In short, we've had a short, mild winter. I dunno why that is. Something in all the squiggly lines in the graphic prove it. High pressure zones looming over the Midwest. Jet stream shoved one way or another. Not that I mind all that much. After all, last winter was a real bear. We had so much snow that I was running out of places to put it. And I shoveled so much that, towards the end of the winter, I separated the cartilage in my ribs trying to heave snow up over the impossibly high bank. Hence, the snow blower I bought last fall. The snow blower that has sat unused in my garage since I bought it. Sometimes, you just can't win. Still, I'm not ruling out another apocalyptic snow storm in late March or early April. I've seen it happen before. Just when you think you're all done with snow and shovelling and what not, April sends some big storm rolling through and dumps two-and-one-half feet of show on you, just to show she doesn't care, and you find yourself wondering why you even live in the North. Wouldn't Arizona or Louisiana be better? Warmer? Less snowy? Probably so. But then you'd have to deal with the oppressive heat in the summer. And the bugs. And the hurricanes. *sigh* Guess the snow isn't so bad after all. Well, if we do get one of those freak spring storms, my snow blower's gassed up and itching to go.