We won’t get fooled again — or at all.

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?

Does this look like spring to you?

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.

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Shovelin’ it but not really diggin’ it

Is there a word that means both beautiful and foreboding?

I’ve lived in Minnesota all my life and to me, snow is no big deal. But I do see the beauty in it and I’m glad I live somewhere that has four distinct seasons, blah, blah, blah. Snow is nice to have around Christmas time and I don’t mind it too much for the first half of the winter, but on my ranking of favorite seasons, winter is still a solid #4 with no bullet.

First snow of the season (photo by Steve Date)

We got our first snow here in Minneapolis this morning and I was compelled to go out with my camera. I have a blog, after all, and this is the kind of day where people notice the beauty and reflect on . . . . whatever.

The old water tower looks good in any season (photo by Steve Date)

Almost anything you say or take a picture of about snow is a cliche. It’s all been said many times and in much more interesting ways than I ever could. I’ll admit, it was pretty this morning — a wet, heavy 3 inches (with 6 more to come by tonight). But because I was shooting photos, I didn’t wear gloves, so after 10 minutes my figures were numb. I didn’t wear boots, so my feet were soaked. The wind was blowing and the camera lens kept getting wet. So I walked around the block, shot a few pictures, said to myself, “Yup, sure is pretty out here”, and ducked back inside.

Now I have a few snow pictures that are about as good as the billion others that were taken by Minnesotans this morning.

It was in the high 60s and sunny just a few days ago, so I guess I’m not ready for this, even though a mid-November snowfall is not at all unusual. This one will melt, but it won’t be long before we get the one that stays with us until April.

There are those winter days in Minnesota where sky is deep blue, the air is clean and crisp and the snow stays fluffy and white. Today isn’t one of them. Today’s snow is wet, heavy and already starting to look dirty.

I’ll be out shoveling this afternoon, then getting the last couple of chairs and a hose into the garage and the pond pump out of the water.

I’ll leave my camera indoors.

That makes two of us