Sandy Supposes....

Snow Tired Already

Welcome to December 2018, bloggers! This kicks off our second UNofficial round with ☕️ Lilli and I co-hosting again this month. *Bigsmile*

Your first prompt of the month is:

It's December! Here in sunny SoCal, we don't get much snow, despite it being winter. Some are glad for that, some others, not so much. What are your thoughts on snow? *Snow2*

         

         

         

         

         What are my thoughts re snow? Oh, they are as complicated as the weather here in Northern Ontario, Canada. We definitely are familiar with snow. It made its first appearance about a month ago, and more of it has continued to accumulate. That's a word we hear far too often, "accumulation". This is fancy speak for piling up, as in snowbanks, snow drifts,.

          Sometimes, I bemoan snow in my Facebook posts, and I am reminded of this because of an app that re-shares memories. This is a FB post of mine from November 30th, 2012. : It's the last day o9f November, snow's on the ground. People are bundled, muffled, and bound. Today it is chilly, tomorrow might rain. Canadian weather is tough to explain.

         This old poem reflects today's wintery weather. November 3oth, 2018 is eerily the same.

         Apparently, I submitted two different snow posts to Facebook on November 28th, 2012. Huh, I really do ramble on about the snow. My cheeks are rosy, ( the ones near my nose), and my toes are tingling from the cold I suppose. I just finished shovelling, scooping, and piling. This white stuff creates work, and my arms aren't smiling.

The snowflakes are falling, they're a beautiful sight. They are white, sparkling, and so very bright. Too bad the traffic turns it to slush. Now there's a wide path of grimy brown mush.

          Memories of my neighbours' faces float obscured by swirling snowflakes and mufflers. If we venture outside, only our eyes may meet. Scowls, or smiles remain hidden. Brief conversations ensue. I may hear, " it sure is cold", or "my house just sold." Maybe I'll hear, "I'm freezing", or I'm leaving." "I wish I was in Cuba", or "I wish I played the tuba."

         So, yes, I am all too familiar with snow. It will linger until at least April of next year. I am resigned to another season of pushing it around in a futile attempt to control where it amasses.