It Never Snows Here

We hardly ever get snow here, but since it's leap year and we were predicted to have a warmer than normal winter, of course it had to snow. (Twice). The first one was a bit of a surprise, since we weren't supposed to see any snow at all, but there was a chance of freezing rain later.

So when I walked outside to go home that Wednesday afternoon and saw snowflakes, I had one of those brain-lurching flashbacks to the last time they predicted no snow. Okay, it probably wasn't the very last time, but Snowjam is the reason I have kept food and long johns in my filing cabinet at work for more than twenty years. (Never. Again.)

Here, thousands flee in terror from the oncoming juggernaut of unpredicted snow at rush hour:

If you have very good vision, you might be able to see a tiny blurry thing that I think is a snowflake. Really, it was snowing a lot harder a couple of minutes before I took this picture, but by the time I got my camera out and turned it on and charged the CMOS chip...oh, never mind.

It snowed off and on all the way home, and melted on impact. When I got home, it wasn't snowing, but by the time I got out of my car it had begun.

This is a magnolia, and that is a snowflake. Do I have to say how very wrong that is?

Within a few minutes, it was actually starting to stick to the ground. Umm, that wasn't supposed to happen....



Here the intrepid photographer takes an action shot of a showflake landing on the car:
On my deck, it had begun to sleet. This looks like nearly half an inch of “no accumulation expected” has accumulated. Okay, more like a quarter inch...but it's ice.

Wow.



Fortunately, even though we were completely unready for a bread, milk, and toilet paper emergency, no loss of life was reported. The power stayed on, we stayed home, and the next day the roads were (still) clear.

It snowed again on Saturday. This time lots of big drama and preparation for no big problem. However, the kids next door to me built a snowman which had not completely finished melting a week later. (This is the South; snow that lasts 48 hours is...is...words fail me.)

Anyway, that could be it until next Leap Year. We'll see.