So, Where Is The Snow?

The snow blower has been sitting in the shed and, to borrow a line from the Rudy campaign, it is “Tested. Ready. Now.”

(Thanks to Rudy for spending $40 million, garnering his 1 delegate and coming up with that line.)

With a little over a month to go until it’s official end, winter has gone wimpy, giving only the occasional below 32 degree cold snaps to us. In doing so it has deprived many with the need to find the sleds, to watch our steps on the ice (“just walk like a duck” my mom would say and I would mumble something about not having webbed feet), to throw a snowball.

We have also been spared driving behind cars and trucks whose drivers failed to clear the tops of their vehicles and watch the snowy projectiles coming at us as the clearing process took place at 60+ miles an hour.

I know about the global warming process and the changes it has invoked upon us, but I wish, just once, we can be harmlessly stopped in our busy lives by nature for a day or two, with a good 8 to 10 inches of the white stuff. Things have a habit of becoming real local then, real intimate.

The family all watch the weather reports together or are asking about the storms progress, wanting to know what impact or restrictions Mother Nature might be imposing on their lives. The looks out the window become longer as the snow falls and at night, the streetlights are sought out to inform us of wind and density.

The planned activities first succumb to the "maybes" then fall by the wayside to "the can’t".

Winter has made its’ presence known in no uncertain terms.

But so far, not this year. It’s looking like we may have to settle on the outside chance of tulips and snow.

Then again, maybe I should just go out and make sure that the lawn mower is “Tested. Ready. Now.”