We’ve been hearing talk of winter weather for days. That’s usually how it is in the south; the weather man mentions the word snow in passing, and we all get excited and stock up on milk and bread, only to be disappointed. But last night as I was leaving the grocery store (on a legitimate grocery trip, not a frenzied, snow-inspired, grocery run), it started. It was ever so slight at first, but as I pushed my buggy to the car it came down faster and faster. Suddenly I was overcome by giddy emotion; I wanted to laugh and cry; I wanted to link arms with my fellow buggy-pushers and swing around in circles. It continued to sleet/snow off and on throughout the night, and today was declared an official snow day!

Now, if you walked out of my front door, you probably would not be able to tell that it had snowed at all. The sidewalks are dry, the streets just look slightly damp, and you can only find the tiniest bit of accumulation in the shadowiest recesses of our yard. This is the saddest excuse for a snow day that I have ever seen, and I have seen some pretty pathetic snow days. But, in the south, we will take every opportunity to throw around phrases like “inclement weather” and “hazardous road conditions.” We love a good snow day, or even a bad one. So, to all of you Yankees out there who are rolling your eyes or chuckling under your breath, I say give us our snow days, even if they are only imaginary, and we will let you have your “heat waves.”

SNOW UPDATE
A few hours after I posted the above, it started snowing big, white, fluffy flakes that were gathering up on the ground. We’ll see how long it lasts. May your winter be filled with safe and happy snow days!