I know that most of you Northerners don’t understand why we Southerners make such a big deal about snow. These pictures of my yard will make you laugh (and that’s not a bad thing).
We call off school and church because we hardly ever drive in the stuff, and this time, it’s ice. We don’t have snow tires or chains on our vehicles. Even snow birds are having wrecks trying to drive on the icy roads.
Our children don’t have the heavy outerwear that people up north buy, so putting them outside to wait for school buses that may not start due to the low temperatures is unwise (and a legal liability).
Before you giggle too much at us, remember how upset Mr. Woodhouse became over that light snow while they were at a party at Randalls. I’m of the opinion that he must have been a Southerner at heart. I’m sure that Hartfield was well-stocked with bread and milk. The stores here empty of those two items at the first weather report of the white flakes.
Days like this come around about every five years down here, so we stay inside, have a hot beverage (as Sheldon would say – and it’s not optional), read (Austen or a variation), or watch movies (more Austen!). We wear our pajamas all day and eat soup. My beef and vegetable creation is cooking as I type this.
One really nice thing about snow down South is that it doesn’t last long. This will all be gone in a day or two, and the temperature will be back up to 50 degrees. Meanwhile, I’m going to enjoy myself on this rare, free day with my family. What are you doing today?