"I survived the Blizzard of 2008."
Last Thursday when I picked up Sweet Pea R from preschool, R says to me, "Mommy, Miss Karen says we are going to get a big snow this weekend!" I smiled and said, "really?" but then changed the subject. We have had no big snows this season, maybe one that was about 4 inches, but really, it has been a disappointing sledding season and I thought the weather forecasters were just trying to make a mountain out of a molehill.
Turns out we got the mountain, not the molehill, this time.
By Friday night we had 4-5 inches of snow, and first thing Saturday we already had 10 inches. By the time it was all said and done on Saturday evening, it was official...20.4 inches of snow. The biggest snowstorm, er blizzard, in Columbus. Ever.
A week ago today the mercury topped out at 70 degrees and R and I were playing in the garden, clearing out old leaves and weeds. Spring was in the air. But as they say, "if you don't like the weather in Ohio, wait 5 minutes."
Although I am itching for spring, there is something magical about a snow like this. Everything closes, our frenetic pace slows, neighbors lend a helping hand and a sort of aww-shucks, old-fashioned fun seeps out from everyone. At least, I know us Sweet Peas had fun:
As we hunkered down yesterday, I had a chance to plan some meals for the week:
What's cooking on your end?