So, it snowed here.
It snowed 1-2 inches in our area and you know what? It was a big deal. The northern transplants love to make the jokes about how an inch of snow shuts down a southern city. They love to trash talk our snow driving and our Department of Transportation's inability to keep the roads dry and ice free. They even laugh at us for calling such an event a "storm".
Here's the thing: It snows here maybe once a year. I'm talking about a notable snow event being more than just a "dusting" of snowflakes. With such infrequency, of course we do not know how to drive in the snow, of course our DOT doesn't spend much on de-icing and of course we're going to get excited about such a rare and beautiful event.
Yes, we are aware that it took 10 feet of snow to cancel school wherever you emigrated from, but think about why you relocated here. Because the weather is better! We actually have 4 seasons here in the south, even if summer lasts for about 6 months. And when we get our annual or biannual snow event, it gets us a holiday from work or school and lets us act like children for a whole day. Perhaps best of all, the temperatures often return to 60 degrees 24-48 hours after the snowpocalypse and life gets back to normal. These miniature winter vacations are reason enough for us to go a little crazy and binge on milk and bread. (And just as a side note, not a single one of your southern friends and neighbors enjoy hearing about how silly we are in the snow or how much bigger the snow was "up there". We are only smiling and nodding because we are kind and hospitable here. We just want you to be quiet and hold on to the rope while we pull your sled with our four wheel drive pickup truck.)
After a stop at Ingles (for hamburger meat, not milk or bread) everything started to change. As I filled up with gas in the bitter cold I noticed the crazy guy in the Statue of Liberty costume who normally violently tries to draw attention to the local tax place across the street. Instead of waving and jumping he looked around at the falling snow, tucked his sign under his arm and headed for the warmth of the storefront lobby. That's pretty much when I knew that this storm was happening.
Once I was home the Plantation looked like the photo above. I put on my warmest running clothes and enjoyed a scenic run in the snow. The couple next door arrived at their driveway separately while this old idiot was running in the falling snow and I'm pretty sure they both laughed at me as they drove by.
The next morning the snow had stopped but the bitter cold remained. Schools were canceled and schedules cleared. After my coffee the kids were ready to get outside. I reached deep down in my heritage and put together an idea they would love. G bundled them up tight and I hitched them to the four wheeler for some level ground sledding.
We were careful and safe and all that. I stayed away from trees and things and made sure they had plenty of room to skid through the turns. We churned up all the snow in the back yard and the kids stored some of it inside their boots and pants. It was so cold, there wasn't much melting so their clothes stayed dry.
As soon as the fun started, G had to leave. It seems that nurses have to report to work regardless of weather. I guess we need the nurses there because crazy people pull others around in the snow on four wheelers, huh?
A couple of inches of snow makes everything more beautiful. The kids were blown away with the redneck sledding and when they started to get cold we took a ride on the four wheeler where they were ecstatic about how pretty everything was.
They were right, though. Everything looked different and more beautiful than it did the day before. The absolute joy of a southern snow.
Even my cold and forbidding "no trespassing" sign looked nicer in the snow.
Soon we had to go inside to thaw out. Clothes were changed, hot chocolate was served and "Coraline" was requested on the TV. Blue and Violet were tired and they stayed almost completely still for the duration of the movie.
While they were entertained, I worked to finish a silly drawing of Honey Boo Boo.
Later I got everyone back outside for a snow hike. You have to enjoy the snow here while you can. You never know when you'll see it again.
As soon as it starts to melt every single one of us starts checking that extended forecast to see if John is gonna give us another chance at a winter vacation. G says next weekend is looking promising.