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FIRST DAY OF SPRING: SNOW ON MY ROOF
Today, while I was cleaning our upstairs, I glanced out a window having a view of our roof. I was startled to see a dusting of snow on its edge. Wow, I thought, I didn’t know it snowed. However, it didn’t seem to be snowing so I returned to my work.
Mid-day my husband Monte and I drove to a Palm Sunday pancake breakfast. As I exited the house I noticed snowflakes drifting thinly and lazily through the air. Too few flakes to even say it was snowing.
While driving to town I watched the flakes through the car window. Monte reminded me it was the first day of spring—March 20, 2016.
“On the first day of winter, the temperature was 620,” he said. The current temperature registered 400.
Periodically during the day I glanced out the window. The white flecks continued their descent. Never, however, was there a even a light confectioner’s sugar dusting on the ground.
I went outside to check my lilac plant, thinking I should cover it to prevent the deer from eating the buds.
The snowflakes continued falling in the same manner all day. Their beauty made the cold acceptable.
As I was clearing out newspapers—yes, some of them older—I found two articles. The sub-headline on the first said Colder February expected, but not as brutal as in 2015.
I continued reading the January 31st article:It’s anyone’s guess whether Punxsutawney Phil, Pennsylvania’s most famous groundhog, will see his shadow when he emerges from his lair on Tuesday. But according to long range weather forecasts, spring won’t come early in Western Pennsylvania.
“Everything I’m seeing is trending toward a colder middle of February,” said Stephen Cropper, chief meteorologist at WPXI-TV, the Trib’s news partner. “There’s still a lot of winter to come.”*
OK, so we had a cold spell in mid-February—if I recall, the weather was sufficiently threatening that I considered, but didn’t, cancel the Foothills Writers meeting scheduled in the afternoon.
The next newspaper confirmed my memory: The northeast was hit with record cold.
The article continued: from ‘New York and Boston to Providence and Hartford, temperatures on Sunday morning dipped to as low as minus 40—on Mt. Washington in New Hampshire.
The Nat Weather Service said the temperature in New York City’s Central Park fell to minus 1. The last time it was below zero was in January 1994, a record for the date.
The rest of February passed, for the most part, with temperatures warm enough to prune our fruit trees and do yard work. My cats, Little Dog and King, and I enjoyed walks around our end of Laurel Mountain Borough.
And so the first day of spring arrived, followed by the season’s second day, when I woke up to see a light blanket of snow on the ground and on our car.
Perhaps we will have a real spring, or perhaps Old Man Winter will attempt to push his way in. Whichever, we will discover in time.
Life is like that, unpredictable—up and down, the seasons interplaying with each other. Winter comes in spring, spring comes in winter. We must do the best we can to deal with the unpredictable, and allow ourselves to be made stronger as we walk the path called life’s journey.
* Winter will hang on, say forecasters Tony Raap, Tribune-Review newspaper, Jan. 31, 2016
** Much of Northeast hit with record cold, Tribune-Review, Feb. 15, 2016, pp A8