Earlier this week, we were supposed to get hit with the mother of all snowstorms. If it wasn’t March Break, school would have been cancelled and all that jazz. It was supposed to be a really big deal.
And then it wasn’t.
The temperatures got crazy, the winds picked up, and the snow and ice came down but it wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone expected it to be, not that I mind, mind you. There were places that got way more snow and had things way worse than we did so this is in no way me complaining about not getting as much snow as we were told were going to get.
For us, it wasn’t so bad. I mean snow in March isn’t a fun thing and I would have been happier if there was no snow at all but given how little snow we had this winter, having a bit extra towards the end of the season wasn’t as catastrophic as I expected it to be. It’s winter and there’s snow. It happens. I remember one year it happened in April. I mean, an Easter egg hunt in snow pants and winter coats isn’t fun but it’s not unheard of.
Hopefully this is the last of it. This last bit of snow has me impatiently awaiting the arrival of spring.