What is it about snow in the Pacific Northwest? It makes me all giddy and kid-like. My kids come in with red noses, ears and appendages. Our snow is wet, wet, wet. Not usually good snowball snow. But that doesn’t seem to matter to them. Of course they’ve never known any other kind of snow. My favorite part of snow around here is that it won’t be around for long. Just long enough to have a blast and then gone before I have to drive in it. I don’t object to driving in snow. I learned to drive in much more snow than we get here. But the transplants from California, Arizona and points farther south – and for that matter the people who grew up here – terrify me when they get behind the wheel during a snowfall. Very scary.
Of course my ancestors would laugh at the tiny bit of snow we get. All those stalwart New Englanders and the German Russians would think my preoccupation with less than 3 inches of snow was hysterical. They were used to snow that fell by the foot, by the yard, by the house height. My little 3 inches wouldn’t even cause them to put on their boots.
But I like it!