We’ve had snow on the ground in Minneapolis since November 13 (see my post about the first big snowfall). A lot of places in the U.S. get a lot of snow — even more than we do — but many of those areas have the hope of melting it occasionally throughout the winter. Up until a week or so ago, we’d just been adding blanket upon blanket to the November cover.
Then we had a few days in the 40s and even touched 50 once or twice. Some people around here were ecstatic, but most life-long residents played it cool — because we knew.
The weather people on TV were all blabbing about spring being in the air, etc. I heard one say that our 50 degrees a few days ago was the “first kiss” of spring.
But it was mid-February and we knew. They talked every night on the news about how much snow was melting, but I looked around my neighborhood and didn’t really see a major change. Here’s a photo of my front yard today. Yeah, it was deeper a few weeks ago, but does this look like a major melt has just happened?
Guess what? Now the bipolar cabin-fever mongers are all wringing their hands about tomorrow. The latest prediction I’ve heard is another blanket of somewhere between 12 and 20 inches in the next 24 hours.
Yes, we were kissed by spring last week. But it was just an obligatory peck on the cheek that promised nothing more.
It was actually kind of sad, in a way — because we knew.
So let it snow. Check back in about a month and a half and we’ll talk about showing some affection.