Sunday, October 21, 2007

why i should watch . . .

. . . the weather report.


as we headed out to do some errands, my jeans rolled up (from walking around the still-damp but freshly cleaned carpets), i was planning to wear my dansko clogs (no socks - i have hated wearing socks since i was a tomboy-girl growing up in Florida). Mike told me to wear my UGGs and a coat. i conceded to the UGGs but was sure my long-sleeved-heavy-knit-black-cotton crewneck would do fine.


so but 1/2-way to our destination, these giant, like-the-frogs-in-Magnolia-type-splats-of-rain/sleet/snow started dumping onto our Element in a doomsday freakshow. but so slowly, magically, they became big soft flakes, and they started sticking.


i don't tire of first valley snows. there's been snow on the mountains for weeks, but until we can afford to move up to Mt. Timpanogos, we're valley people, and so when the snow decides to stay here and not exclusively there, it's p-r-i-t-t-y nice. and today the sky is grey w/ heavy and important clouds (not like in this perfect image). grey & cloudy . . . so lovely . . .

. . . things i like, via: i didn't watch the weather report . . .

3 comments:

chris said...

someday i'll miss snow and will be thrilled about a "first valley snow." but not yet...

bonnie lenore kyburz said...

my dad, who lived in Chicago for most of his life, fled to Florida and will never leave. he speaks of it (the snow) in hushed and terrifying tones.

but it doesn't get freakshow stormy here. most times, it's a blue sky (like in the pic) and in the 40's by day. sooo lovely.

chris said...

i could definitely live with that!

my time in Philly was a turning point in my relationship with snow. before i met a "nor' eastern" (which i think may actually be one word), i was pleasantly indifferent to snow. now not so much. my first and only two winters in Philly were miserable.
but S. FL may have been a bit too extreme a move in the opposite direction...

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