Go see my sister-in-law's hilarious post from today, complete with a graphic showing how southerner's enjoyment of snow decreases over time.
I am not, of course, a southerner, as I am not a native Texan (though, as one local bumper sticker puts it, I got here as fast as I could). In fact, I spent almost the first decade of my life in Illinois, and have also lived in Nebraska, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, and Ohio, so it's not like I'm a total stranger to the idea of hugely inconvenient cold white stuff plopping down out of the sky with the kind of menacing beauty you expect from any of Mother Nature's divas.
This has made me something of a mystery to my southern-born children, who always greeted the advent of snow with glee, and could not understand their mother's total imperviousness to excitement about the whole thing. I told them, of course. I told them what it was like to have snowdrifts piled up against doors, to dig out, to spend the winter maneuvering among gray piled slush at the sides of the roads, to have to put on clothing items they don't even own (snow boots, heavy gloves, snow hats, snowsuits etc.) just to get to school, to be sent outside at recess in 20 degree weather (meaning a resumption of all of that winter panoply)--in short, I tried to tell them about the dark side of snow.
But being born in one southern state and spending the majority of their years thus far in another, they really had no idea. Not until this week.
This is the first time since they were very little that snow has been accompanied by temperatures too cold to permit much outdoor play time (and since we've been battling a slight but annoying winter cold around here, I didn't let them out in it at all). This is the first time they've not awoken the day after a snowfall to see and hear the evidence of aggressive melting--which they always used to lament, but now actually miss. This may not be the first time they've been inconvenienced by snow--the Christmas snowfall two years ago was a huge disruptor to our usual plans--but it is the first time the inconvenience has lingered long enough to be frustrating, and to produce some symptoms of cabin fever.
Still, we're not really experiencing the dark side of snow. The temperatures will rise into the forties tomorrow and Sunday (please, Lord!) and soon enough snow will melt to permit us to get out, do some grocery shopping, get to Mass on Sunday morning, and otherwise resume some normal activities. Given how long it will be before those we know in the Midwest will be able to do any such thing, we're really blessed to be in the South.
Of course, after hovering in the 40s and 50s until Tuesday, our temperatures will return to the upper 20s on Wednesday. And don't tell Waltzing Matilda, but on Wednesday we're also looking at another chance of snow...