The forecasters, weather scrolls and snow emergency alerts are out in force and the guess is grocery stores will do booming business from folks stocking up on milk, eggs, canned goods and all the like this evening.
Snow, apparently a pretty decent amount of snow, is forecast for the Saratoga Springs area Tuesday night into Wednesday morning and for the first time in who knows how long that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s taken many years to think such thoughts, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 years.
Amazing what time in the Northeast can do.
You see the decreasing amount of snow still on the ground in the backyard of the new house is seemingly in lockstep with the increasing amount of dust collecting on two sets of cross-country skis purchased as Christmas gifts.
They were the perfect gifts, mainly because they were easy to pick out and we didn’t have to worry if one another liked them or if they’d fit. Even better because we could use them for some cross training if the sidewalks and roads were treacherous because of snow and ice.
We used them a little more than a week ago, but with plenty of green visible through the white stuff, the skis are relegated to sitting in the garage, collecting dust.
We got a ton of snow between Thanksgiving and Christmas, but not much else after that. It certainly was cold enough for snow. Maybe even too cold, I heard someone say the other day. Something about the Great Lakes being frozen over and therefore leading to a lack of lake-effect snow. So many variables to this frozen precipitation.
The decreasing amount of snow all over town also seemed to follow in lockstep with the increasing size of my waistline, but that’s a story for another day.
On this day the lack of snow leaves me anxious.
Alright, I’ll stop beating around the bush.
I want it to snow.
There, I said it.
It’s taken 20 years, give or take, to feel that way.
So here’s hoping for a good amount of snow. Enough that it’s still good for some cross training on the weekend and maybe even enough so it’s still around when we return from Florida later in the month.
Wait, Florida, you ask?
Oh yes. I might be embracing some long-lost snow-loving sentimentality now that I’m back in the place of my childhood, but I haven’t been back that long.
So here’s hoping that it snows in February and is gone by March.