I think it’s safe to say – and also absolutely delightful – that Lucy has inherited my love of winter and snow.
We didn’t get quite the snowfall that we anticipated, which is honestly sort of a relief, but we got enough that Lucy could go out and play. And she loved it.
She did NOT want to come in. But sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do so that we don’t freeze our tiny, adorable fingers off, am I right?
It’s still cold here, but the snow’s all melted and I don’t expect we’ll see more this season, so I’m happy Lucy got to experience it this year. Now, as far as I’m concerned, onward to spring and brighter days ahead!
I’m admittedly a little late to the party, posting about this. It’s been over a week ago now. But I couldn’t just not write about it, given how much I love snow. (If you’ve been here for a while, you know I love snow. If you haven’t, you should know: I love snow. And winter is my favorite.)
Anyway…
I just can’t believe it, y’all. I thought I’d never see a snow like this again. But the universe just loves proving me wrong, and so here we are. Virginia Beach got a foot of snow.
I mean, in this case, it’s like the universe proved me wrong to make me happy, and I just can’t complain about that.
There’s like no snow infrastructure around here, so we were snowed in until the weather warmed up enough to melt stuff.
And I’m not complaining! Many cups of tea. Lots of snuggles with the baby. Good naps.
Lucy loved watching the snow fall.
And was entertained trying to catch it in her hand and feeling little flakes on her head.
She was…decidedly less certain once we got her outside to actually play in it.
Maybe next year, kid. 😊
Although, who knows? This was a pretty historic snowstorm for Virginia Beach, and I doubt we’ll see anything like it again for a long time. But a few inches next winter? That’s possible!
For now, I’ll just be grateful for the abundance we got.
I don’t think anyone expected a winter storm to hit Virginia in December. It’s certainly not an impossibility in any given year, but we normally have to wait a little longer into the season to see any real wintry weather.
It’s been a year full of surprises, hasn’t it?
Wednesday started off snowy, and it was so lovely. My husband got a fire going – the first of the cold season.
It snowed until about 3:00 p.m. – big flakes and small flakes, heavy showers and light. It was beautiful. Really, really wonderful. I’d say we got about four inches.
I love snow. You know what I don’t love?
Ice.
You see it, right? See, after about 3:00 p.m., the weather turned, and my quiet, gentle snow showers turned into evil, spiky little ice crystals. And they worked fast. Like, scary ice storm kind of fast.
The thing about ice – one of many reasons that I don’t like it – is that it’s heavy. And when you live in the country, on a property with lots of trees, heavy ice can be a real danger.
Case in point: We had to call the fire department because the limbs of our birch tree were so laden with ice that they ended up resting on the power lines, and started to spark and flame up, and kept at it all night. It was terrifying, and we’re expecting a visit from the power company to do some serious trimming.
So, I spent an anxious evening and a largely sleepless night worrying about a fire near the power lines, and listening to ice ping against the windows and the metal roof.
But I have to say, it sure did look beautiful by the morning. Almost pretty enough to forget how much I hate ice.
I mean, come on, it doesn’t get more Christmas-y than red berries in the ice and snow.
And the willow looked like something out of a fairy tale.
This wasn’t the first snow I was expecting. But this is 2020, so this was the first snow that I got. We’ll see what else this winter has in store for us. I, for one, am hoping for NO MORE ICE. But always for snow.
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