My fellow snow fanatic, John Dee, counsels against getting into a funk, promising an early return to the happy winter wonderland we experienced in December. Indeed, even in the lean snowfall years of Nino and Nina, January snowfalls have been six to nine feet. But this January feels different. It's now mid-month and we have just a bit over a foot of new snow. Even worse, the thaw of this week has bared streets and roofs, opened up patches of exposed ground, and shrunk our beautiful snow pack and pristine road windrows into tattered, misshapen remnants of their former glory.
Water is everywhere.
Surprisingly, not much chatter about this terrible turn of events at our Friday evening gathering at the Inn. It's a bit like politics, not a subject to broach at a congenial gathering. Folks up here are in two camps. The more snow the better crowd - actually not a crowd, only a few of us hold this view. This larger group somehow finds little joy in shoveling roofs, in the daily scooping of yards to make room for yet another snowfall, or in digging their vehicles out of snowbanks.