Mea culpa! It’s all this Yankee woman’s fault. I should never have said I missed seeing snow.

And now, here it is — not in Maine, or Minnesota, or even in Northern Virginia. This is Southeastern Georgia, just a couple of hours’ drive from the Florida state line. And it’s been snowing like crazy for a few hours now, with a possible six inches predicted.

Tropical plants aren’t supposed to be covered in cold, white stuff falling from the sky. But this one in our front yard is.

And it was still early when we grabbed this shot of one of the cars. Looking forward to seeing it a little later.

While I’ve been thinking about how beautiful it is, it also occurs to me that no one here is equipped to deal with it. Seriously — the counties and cities have no plows or salt trucks; people don’t own snow shovels because no one sells them; I honestly doubt whether they’ve even heard of snow tires; and I’d be willing to bet not one person in 100 owns a pair of snow boots, unless they’re skiers who regularly head north to the mountains in winter. Life has come to a complete stop.

They told me, before I moved down here, that this wouldn’t happen. So I gave away all my heavy coats, gloves, boots, and scarves. This is the South . . . why would I need those things?

I took their word for it; I hadn’t counted on Mother Nature and her diabolical sense of humor. But I did say I wished it would happen, just once. And now it has. And I’m enjoying it, because it reminds me of years past — shoveling, digging out the car, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and just going for long walks in the clean, fresh air.

So go ahead and blame me, if it will make you feel better. I can take it.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
1/22/25