THE SNOW GOES

My greatest expectation of moving to Park City was living in snow for 6 months of the year. I was really looking forward to deep snow, rather than the sissy stuff we have in Seattle once a year. Having grown up in San Bernardino (yes, that mass shooting happened in my home town) in Southern California, snow was a wonderment to me. In my 30 years of living there it only snowed once in the valley where I was raised, and then not enough to stick. This, I am sure is where my fantasy of living in a cabin in the woods originated.  Basically, I grew up in a desert.  However, a desert that was only an hour away from Southern California beaches, Palm Springs and LA. So I appreciated my surroundings and made the most of being a Southern California girl.

But, especially at Christmas I wanted the Currier & Ives stereotypical winter scene.  All the Christmas cards showed snug little houses hibernating in deep snow, with icicles hanging from the eaves, carolers bundled up against the frost at the front door.  The Christmas carols told me to dream of a white Christmas, and gave me visual images of sleigh rides
and snowmen. I wanted a blazing fire in the fireplace, with stockings hung and snow boots by the front door.  Some how, the desert doesn't seem very Christmassy.  I am sure that Hawaii residents have the same problem. The calendar says its Christmas, but the environment doesn't.

So here I am in Park City that advertises the "greatest snow on earth" and it is bare and dry outside- IN DECEMBER!!

We have had one snowfall since I've been here-

about 3 inches or so...

But unfortunately the snow is now long gone. I am lobbying hard with the powers that be for a white Christmas.  We are ready: we have put snow tires on both of our automobiles, I have chains in the back of my Suburban, we have bought 2 snow shovels and a MONSTER snow blower.

I just want to live the words of that song..... "The weather outside is frightful..."