This is the predicted “3 to 5 inches” I woke up to this morning. It’s ten inches and the snow is still falling steadily. The major US highway on which I live is strangely quiet. Maybe ten cars have passed my house since I got up two hours ago. Monte Vista is between two high mountain passes, both of which look pretty impassable this morning except for the dauntless with proper equipment — and no trucks. It’s Saturday so people are no doubt shrugging their shoulders and calling a “snow day” on their lives. It’s a branch-breaking, wire breaking, wet spring snow.
Bear loves snow. When I opened the door and took her out this morning, you’d have thought all her dreams had come true. She’s now run around her yard, jumped up to get the snow from the bowed-branches of the neighbor’s alder tree, made a cave and several snow angels. It’s perfect snow-man snow so who knows what I might actually go out front and do later? It would be fun. It’s wet, but not very cold.
But first, as I am an adult, I must shovel walks and clear off my car and shake snow off branches.
I’m sure the spring storm has been a disaster for someone, but, so far, for us, it’s just snow and for that I’m very grateful as are the tiny barley shoots in the planted fields outside of town. This will be a boon to them.