Snowed again this week. Snowed week before when that Groundhog in nearby Pennsylvania DID NOT see his shadow, an event that predicts the end of frigid weather, an early spring.
“Only a couple of inches of snow,” the Hoosiers brag to the this Texan. “Been an easy winter.”
“Easy.” Yep, compared to the four months in 1995 when we went to Yekaterinburg Russia, twenty miles east of the Siberian line. Snow was waist deep. Never saw soil until May. Street vendors sold ice cream bars they kept in a cooler to keep them from freezing.
But by my previous Olympic Peninsula, West Texas, and eastern North Carolina standards, an ‘easy winter’ means one, maybe two, snowfalls a year. And then, only a whitening that might slow traffic for a couple of days.
When we first moved to Chapel Hill our rented North Carolina home was next door to a retired radio performer, once the voice of Lamont Cranston ‘The Shadow’, who solved crimes each week on nighttime radio.
The broadcast drama always ended with…”Who knows? The SHADOW knows.”
Seeing snow. Thinking the Groundhog doesn’t know the difference between a shadow and a hole in the ground.
Image by Aline Dassel from Pixabay
