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Snow Reflections

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It’s three days after Christmas, and I not only survived the holidays, but the blizzard of 2010. The weather in New England never ceases to amaze me. I’ve lived in Massachusetts all of my life, and have seen some crazy weather scenarios—snow in April, summer temperatures in January, cold Septembers—but I’m still surprised by the curveballs Mother Nature throws at us. On Christmas Day, it was partly cloudy and around forty degrees. The minor snow squall of days earlier was hardly visible, and I was out and about delivering presents. Now, I’m throwing on thermal underwear, and readying my shearling coat for single digit temperatures. What gives?

I don’t mind the snow. It is winter after all. But when you combine cold and snow—it’s downright aggravating. The white fluffy powder turns the sidewalks into ice rinks, and the streets into demolition derbies. I’ve seen so many accidents since Sunday when the blizzard began (including my involvement in one), and I’m sure insurance companies are busy with accident claims. Thankfully, as with anything else, this too shall pass.

It’s Christmas vacation. The kids are out of school. Most people took the week off from work. We’re in the midst of Kwanzaa, and New Year’s Eve is fast approaching. There’s still much to celebrate, many reasons to cheer, and maybe a present or two still under the tree. The snow may have knocked us for a loop, but we’ve been through it before, and we’ll get through it like always.

So we hardy New Englanders will get out our shovels, snowblowers, and sanders, and we will battle the elements once again. Since this is New England, we know more snow will come (or maybe not). The weather will be crazy (it’ll be back in the forties again by Friday), and we will continue to scratch our heads about it. So as the kids make snowmen, have snowball fights, and sled through the white surf, we’ll look back on this season and realize that it wasn’t so bad (the Midwest gets hit a lot worse than us), and look forward to Spring. Which, by the way, may come in January or June—depending on Mother Nature. 


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