We were planning on having some friends over for dinner so I pulled on the long underwear because it was cold outside and headed out to New Seasons. It’s about 2 and half miles away which is far enough to get cold but not so far that I warm up from the activity. This was my first really big shopping trip on the bike. I took my two saddle bags and a third bag dubbed, “The bag of last resort” with a cargo net. I was really hoping the other two bags would do it, but as you see they did not. Still I felt very pleased that I was able to do this without needing to get out the zip car.
One the way home the extra weight was definitely noticeable on the very slight rise between the store and home. More noticeable was the wind which was pushing me as though it wanted me to not go home.
I walked into the apartment, set the bags down and looked out the window. There were small white flakes floating past the window. Hm… what’s that?
Snow? That wasn’t in the forecast.
I checked the weather and was reassured that it was supposed to melt off. Except, it was sticking. And coming down very fast. I checked gain when the yard looked like this:
With a forecast of one to four inches, I decided to call folks and postpone the party. They say it will stop by eight tonight but it’s still coming down really fast. I’ve got no complaints, really. Having just returned from the grocery store we are well stocked if it turns into a snowpocolypse.
And it’s pretty.
It’s my first major snowfall in a decade. I love it when the world turns blue…
Me too. When we were in NYC, we couldn’t really see the effect of the snow because we faced into an alley and an airshaft. It’s nice to be able to watch it with a cup of cocoa.
Yeah, the allure kinda wears off after the first fifteen years or so . . .
Oh, hush. I grew up where snow was a rare and magical thing.
It’s not the 15 years … I still like the first snowfall of the season.
It’s the 2 feet plus that starts to wear on me after a VERY short while.
Those are beautiful pictures of the snow. It makes everything so blanketed in a cold coziness.
It’s one of the few times when I wish I had a fireplace.
I always love the first snow of the season. And now I’m in an apartment in NYC, and not responsible for shoveling the sidewalks on either side of a corner lot (and the driveway), I’m actually very fond of it. Not that I see much. Even when it’s coming down in Jersey, NYC somehow doesn’t often get more than a few flakes which don’t stick.
(Can you tell I missed the Big Storm right before Christmas?)
Four inches? That’s a dusting!
Well, as I live in Alaska I’m going to avoid saying anything other than “enjoy it.” 😉