The Bay Area is currently receiving rain. Buckets and buckets, people! Freeways and bridges down; cities without power. Water is leaking into our garage. There is so much fat rain that you can't see out the windows. And yet, I am still very happy to not have snow. I don't miss it one bit. I'm trying to figure out why. As a child, I adored playing out in the snow. Snow forts, snow men, snowball fights, sledding --it was a winter wonderland, quite literally.
Then I got old.
Now, deep in the heart of "adulthoodness", snow, other than how beautiful it looks, makes me think of coldness, ice, wet socks, mud (think "spring thaw), and grey skies. Granted, I am not a skier or an ice-skater. I just can't do it --physically or mentally. Okay, mostly mentally. But I digress.
I was told, when I moved here to California, that after spending one winter here, I wouldn't want to go back. As far as weather is concerned? I totally agree.
Do you love snow?