“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.”
Sarah Addison Allen
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
For years I have been a snow lover, and in my Grenada childhood, I recall some great snows.
But in my adult years, snow has, more often than not, eluded me.
Vicksburg was home for eight years and there was no significant snowfall during my time there. Then I left. And the biggest snow in years fell upon the River City.
In the mid-’80s when I was in graduate school at Ole Miss, my dad, who has always been my personal precipitation prognosticator, told me if it snows anywhere in the state, it snows in Oxford.
Well, snow it did not – until my tenure there had ended.
My snow affection has remained strong. I’d be happy as a polar bear in the tundra for a couple of good snows each winter. I’d be elated with just one.
But this is Mississippi. And it is just not something I can count on.
Still, if snow ever surprises us, it’s a good thing.
Just as I’ve always cottoned to snow, winter has long been my favorite season.
But now that my bones have made it a little more than halfway to a hundred, I’m rethinking that.
This erratic winter we’ve had this year has done a number on lots of folks I know, including me.
It seems I’ve had a constant case of the sniffles. My bones have ached. And my bad knee just seems to be getting worse.
Then suddenly, we’ll wake to a day when it’s sunny, no cold wind is blowing, the temperature climbs nearly into the 60s. And we all experience – and enjoy – a thaw.
Until the next “polar vortex” is said to be on its way.
There seem to be lots of folks in the medical profession who claim quickly changing temperatures do not cause colds. But I’m not so certain I believe that.
How can 20 degrees one day and 60 the next not confuse the fittest of constitutions?
I guess I’m a contradiction, but I’m wishing for one good snow – soon. And if that’s not happening, come on spring.