|The view from the Porch of the Janaro Estate|
A snow day in March!?
Here we are, two weeks before the first day of Spring. Daylight Savings Time begins this weekend. And there's hoodles of snow pouring down from the sky.
We turned on the Weather Channel, and there was a reporter stationed in our town. One of those brave, intrepid Weather Channel people--the ones who stand on the beach to report on a hurricane or go out on a raft in the midst of a flood--came to Front Royal to show her courage. We didn't know whether we should be flattered, or whether we should be evacuating!
Of course, by that time, we couldn't go anywhere.
|This Snowman is having fun while he|
still can. Temperature's rising.
So we hunkered down and watched the snow and the wind. Well, I hunkered down. The kids, of course, went out to play. I only made a brief visit to check a few things out and take some pictures. It was a wet, wet snow. Good snowman snow. The kids built a lovely snowman.
The snow piled up to more than a foot, I'm guessing, when something strange began to happen. It continued to snow, but instead of getting higher, the stuff on the ground got thicker. It got goopier and goopier, but it was still snow. The temperature was above freezing and I think some of it was melting even as it fell. You could have scooped it up in a cup and you would have had...one of those frozen drinks that you get at fast food places, what are they called? I know that on Veggietales they call them "Slushies," and I can't think of a better word right now.
"And God rained down Slushies from heaven for His people" (says no chapter and verse anywhere in the Bible).
Me: "Josefina, what flavor of Slushie would you like?"
Me: "I'll have to pour some artificial strawberry-flavored syrup on the snow!"
Her: <blank stare> [...of course, she doesn't get it...]
Oh well, another joke Fail.
If you think you're funny, try your jokes out on your kids. They are honest and ruthless, and they are already bored of your humor. If your kids laugh, its funny. If your teenagers laugh, take it to the bank.
|All it needs is artificial color|
and flavor, and... Slushies!
Meanwhile, snow is falling off the trees. Melting. The humongous, dangerous storm has turned out to be (at least in our area) another dud. Which is fine with me. As the sun sets, the clouds begin to part. I think our snowman is going to have a short life.
No damage to report here, other than a bathroom full of wet coats, sweaters, hats, gloves, and scarves. And a kitchen sink full of hot cocoa mugs. Clearly, fun has been had.
The Weather Channel must be very disappointed. Oh well, at least they can have all the Slushies they want.
|Lucia, bundled up in front of the Snowman.|
Teresa looks a little cold and wet without a hat!
A lot of snow for a little Josefina