When we first moved to Rhode Island in 2004 we were really excited about the winters. Even though I was born and raised in Puerto Rico, and most of my family was from La Habana, I yearned to wear sweater, boots, gloves, hats and scarves. And of course, SNOW. Must be the 50% Galician in me.
Our first winter here we got record snowfall, including a blizzard. We didn’t know it was record; we thought it was normal. So, we became highly disappointed our following 3 winters, that snow was scant. Our area always got caught in that hateable division line; the one that separates the snowfall from the snow/mix/rain. For three winters, Old Man Winter discriminated us.
But not this winter. In 2004 we got our first snowfall in November 14. Yes, November. This year our first snowfall came yesterday, and it might hold for Christmas. Actually, tomorrow we are supposed to get about 6 more inches! I guess Old Man Winter wanted to give us a going away present, now that we are moving to Rochester, NY and all.
As I write this, it is 20 degrees outside, 6 inches of snow in the ground, and I am truly surrounded by a Winter Wonderland. I’m giddy just looking out the window (yes I’m a penguin), and sad that Alan had to work today and we don’t get to play in the snow until tomorrow. But for those of you who want to move Christmas to June (you know who you are), it just wouldn’t be the same.
Christmas decorated houses and snow just go perfectly well! Here is ours: