I can't help it. I get giddy when it snows. I still can't believe I live somewhere where it does, actually, snow. Granted, the most snow we've seen in England happened the first month we lived here, but the last three years we've seen our fair share of minor snowy days.
This last winter we had more snow than the last two years, but each time the snow fell it only lasted half a day or so before melting away. The first night in January it snowed I was so giddy! Had I not already been in my PJs, I would have run out and played in it!
Nighttime snow |
Thankfully, it was still there in the morning and lasted until around lunch time. By dinner it was just a slushy mess.
Another dusting |
A few weeks later I got to see what the meteorologists were describing as freezing fog while on the train to volunteer at the York Minster.
Freezing fog in Knaresburough |
And then in early March we were treated to yet another day of snow. I didn't realize it had snowed until I had already dressed for the day and opened the window. I was heading off to London that morning, and talked Bill into driving me just the few blocks to the train station so I could take an earlier train to York… just in case the weather was adversely affecting the train schedules. Thankfully, the trains weren't delayed. Unfortunately, that meant I arrived in York an hour early for my train… and had to wait in the cold, damp train station that much longer. Oh well, I was still going to London, so I was happy! :-)
Yard dusted in snow |