Some readers may be aware I lived in Worcester, MA for several years before moving to Olympia, WA a little over two years ago. In Worcester, we routinely had snow by Christmas. Over the course of any given winter, we got between five to seven feet of the stuff, averaging around six feet.
One of the big draws of Olympia was the lack of snow. In an average winter, Olympia gets between one and two feet. These past two winters, the weather managed to produce a few mornings with a bit of ice on the road, and several with frost on the plants. About which I cheered, because I have had enough of snow shoveling to last me forever, thanks.
I understand the lack of snow here has been abnormal, and that’s fine. I’ve enjoyed it, though. My son has enjoyed it less, because he liked the days off school and sledding. My autistic daughter is perfectly fine with no snow. She hates wearing her coat and likes going to school. So, 2/3 of us win.
It snowed here in Olympia. In this case, I use the word “snowed” loosely.
I looked outside in the darkness of early morning and saw snow falling in the glow of a streetlamp. Great, fluffy, fat flakes hit the pavement and promptly melted. All the glory of snow, no shoveling and no snow days.
This is the best place ever.
By the way, the audiobook for Backyard Dragons releases today. Just mentioning it. And if you’re interested, I can confirm that at least two short stories from the Spirit Knights series will be published in anthologies this year. Another anthology will contain an Ilauris short!
Beautiful. I could swear that, I know it sounds impossible, but those really big snowflakes make an audible sound when they land. Naa, it’s probably just my imagination…
They do. It’s the sound of ice mites dying on impact. Ice mites are very delicate, you know.
Still in Worcester…. it’s the bermuda triangle of snow! 🙂