A Southern snowstorm
At the beginning of last week they were predicting a “substantial” snowfall in our part of Tennessee for Friday. Now, we don’t get snow often, so when we hear this prediction, at least once a winter, we usually go on about our business and expect rain. But this time, as we neared the end of the week it looked as if the moisture and cold air would indeed be here at the same time and that we might get some of the white stuff.
Friday, the city was in panic mode – schools were closing early, streets were being salted, people were packing the grocery stores – before a single flake had been spotted. Oh yes, these are the ways of Southerners when threatened with winter weather; even if the prediction is only for a 1/2 inch this is how we react, but now they were saying we could get 4-6 inches.
About 1:00 Friday afternoon the snow began to fall. This wasn’t our usual half rain/half snow slushy accumulation type of winter weather, this was full-blown all-white, all-the-time snow. It snowed consistently for about 10 hours, and we woke up Saturday morning with approximately 4 inches of snow.
This was the scene in our backyard….
Later in the morning we took Little out to play in it. She was not overly impressed and even seemed a bit frightened at times; I guess that is only to be expected, though, since this was really her first experience with snow. She did walk into it when coerced, but for the most part she preferred to stay on the patio, driveway, and sidewalks where most of it had already melted. Her biggest concern was that the snow was getting on our shoes; she would point at her shoes (or mine or Matt’s) and say “shoes” with a very worried expression on her face and tone in her voice. It was like she thought the snow was eating our feet or something.
Here’s a picture of her “playing in the snow”...
(Please disregard the fact that she isn’t wearing mittens or a hat. I tried, but she kept taking the mittens off and her hood kept falling off her head. We weren’t out that long, and she never actually touched the stuff, so no fingers or ears were lost in the making of this post.)
I enjoy watching it fall and seeing it lay prettily on the ground, but I think Matt enjoyed it most of all. He was able to make snowballs (which Little thought were pretty funny), and even had plenty of snow to build a small snowman.
And today, the temps are in the mid-60s, and that is more than fine with this Southern girl. A bit of snow is fun every now and then, but now that I’ve seen some this year I’m ready to move on. Bring on Spring!
How pretty! I wish we were there! The pic of Little is too cute! I wish I could kiss her cheeks!! Love y’all!
lol! too much fun! i’m glad that you guys got to get out in it a little while…we stay inside when it’s falling (ok, when doesn’t it fall here?
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Too Cute!! The first snow storm is always a little intimidating; unless you are her Grandaddy. What does she call your Dad? Uncle Mike & Alyssa came and built a snowman in our yard. They brought Max the dog and Aunt Wanda. Max escaped from Uncle Mike & Aunt Wanda and ran around the yard and barked at them as they chased him. It was quite entertaining, I wish I had had my video camera. Kelsey & I got really tickled. Wish we could have played in the snow together. Hope to see you real soon. Give Little a kiss for me. Love you guys! Aunt Nan
I’m glad you enjoyed your share of the white stuff. We live in the land of eternal winter (otherwise known as the Chicagoland area), and can’t wait until spring is really here. We’re holding our breath until the end of March. If we are going to get a life-stopping, transportation-crippling blizzard, it’s usually in March. Great snowman!
Wow! You got a lot more than we did! That looks so pretty. My son was only 11 months when we had our last big snowfall. He HATED it and cried the whole time. I think I spent more time bundling him up than outside!