All week I knew we had a chance of snow forming here because I knew we were expecting cold enough temperatures when the cold front was due to drop some precipitation on us. The weather forecasters started to predict it, and I got very excited. Snow in Florida? Too good to be true! Of course, the snow would be an overnight thing, and last night I didn’t have the energy or patience to pull an all-nighter — not to mention I have kids and really can’t do things like that anymore. My husband woke up in the middle of the night and saw that we had snowflakes falling. He saw about 10 and woke me up. I saw two snowflakes drift down. Giddy, I ran down the stairs to put on my gloves and winter coat. We went outside our front door and stood patiently waiting to see a flurry. A cold wind blew.
“I’m not properly dressed for this. I’m going back inside.” And I went back inside to look at the doppler. I grabbed my scarf, stuffed my thick-sock-covered feet into my sneakers, and went back out to watch and wait. Nope, not even a drop of rain. We went back inside and checked to see if we might see more later. While I could’ve gotten up at 6 when my alarm went off, I decided I was too tired and cold to get up again. On the one hand, I’m happy I even saw two little snowflakes drift downward through the sky. On the other, I feel like Charlie Brown on Halloween.
I totally understand. We’ve been flirting with snow in Charlotte for a month. It’s hard for me to even get excited any more. I mean, I already have my sledding hill picked and my cocoa purchased. Snow already! (We get a couple of inches a year…)