Last week was memorable for me as we had an unusual weather event – three days of heavy snowfall. I love to watch the snow fall. I find it pristine, beautiful, pure and very calming. It just seems to be such a wondrous event.
I was used to getting random snowfall when I lived in the high desert of Southern California; and I loved it when that happened. Most often though, the snow would fall for an hour or so and then melt in the next hour. There was one heavy snowfall event in the high desert, but it did not compare to the snowpocalypse we just experienced this past week here.
With the temperature outside staying right at 20 degrees, the snow started softly falling on Thursday . . . and it kept falling and falling and falling. I was excited to watch it out the window and take pictures as it slowly built up. By Thursday night, the lawn was solid white.
Upon awakening and looking outside on Friday morning, everything was covered in snow – lawn, bushes, yard decorations. The wind was blowing so hard that the snow was coming in horizontally and strange drifts were building up at the front door and in the back yard. There was no thought of going out and driving at this point – the roads were just too hazardous and the news was advising people to stay home. As the schools were closed due to the weather, neighborhood children were out building snowmen and trying to sled down the snow covered streets on trash can lids and cardboard boxes. The snow fell all day and all night – still beautiful, but coming down not quite so peacefully – high winds and huge dense snowflakes.
Saturday morning came and it was still snowing. At this point, I was feeling a bit house-bound and stir crazy. I don’t know how people who live in places that have lots of snow every winter can stand being isolated at home for days on end. Then again, those places are most likely better equipped with snow plows and other equipment to get the streets and roads passable fairly quickly. The snow continued through the night, but had stopped by Sunday morning.
Sunday afternoon, we got a downpour of icy rain and sleet which put a blanket of ice atop the good 8-12″ of snow. Definitely nothing to go out and drive in. Monday, the temperature rose to low 40′s and the snow began to slowly melt. A bit of rain fell and helped with the melting process. I got inspired to clear the driveway and sidewalks in front of our home – so, for the first time in my life, I shoveled snow. I found this to be a very labor intensive and tiring task which resulted in me having very sore shoulders and a stiff back by end of day. I was kind of proud of the job I did though. Turns out that if I just waited another day, the snow would be gone due to heavy downpours of rain on Monday night which melted and washed most of it away.
So, there you have my snowpocalypse story. I do realize that people in real snow country would consider this an “every winter” event in their lives; but, for me – it was rare and special. Worthy of a short blog anyway.
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