The high school Nordic ski team just skied by… on roller-skis. It’s December and it looks more like September. The plants outside our front door are greening up again. I went Christmas shopping yesterday, and passed fellow shoppers in the parking lot who were not wearing jackets. It just didn’t feel right being so warm while toting Christmas gifts.
When I was growing up in Duluth we always had snow. Lots of it. In grade school, our favorite Friday celebration was to walk home from school on top of the huge snowbanks that lined the streets. They were high, well over our heads. We had a little red ball that we put on the antenna of our car so others could see it over the snowbank, coming around corners. (Okay, so cars don’t have antennas any more either.) We made igloos out of the snow piles from shoveling the driveway. Big ones that we could sit inside. Streets were so narrow due to the plowed snow that parking became a problem, or more accurately, navigating around parked cars was a challenge. And we had legitimate Snow Days, home from school to wait out a blizzard. At least such is my memory of winter.
The snow we had on Thanksgiving was just a teaser. I keep telling myself that we didn’t always have snow for Thanksgiving. And that holiday was early this year. It’s not time to panic just yet. Never mind that last year’s dismal lack of snow lurks in recent memory. We still might have a good snow winter. Please?