We are in South Carolina.
This is what we get. This is about all we get.
When I was working at Jennie G's, the frost on my windshield always made me late for work. Sometimes sweet Jordan would scrape my windshield along with his when he left for work, but by the time I left (an hour later) it was frequently frosty again. One time when I was running really late I quickly scraped a small window for myself and thought I'd be okay to drive. When I pulled out of our subdivision and turned right, oh crap! The sun hit the crystals and blinded me. I am lucky no one was coming (and that a cop didn't see me). I pulled over and waited for more of it to melt. Nowadays I thoroughly enjoy waving goodbye to Jordan and going back into our warm little house with my hot cup of coffee, rather than going out in the frosty cold every day.
But anyway, no snow here, with the exception of maybe one day a year, if we hope and pray and wear our pajamas inside out. I remember days when I was little and the weatherman promised snow, and I'd jump out of bed at 6:00 to peek out the window and see... plain old gray grass. Heartbreaking. I actually used to think it was the weatherman's fault, like he was holding out on us. Of course, the mountains right above us get snow, and snow is predicted several times a year for us but it usually evaporates before it gets here. At least we aren't shoveling our driveways every day, but come on. We Southerners like to go sledding and build snowmen sometimes, too!This post is part of the "Your Winter" themed You Capture Challenge over at I Should be Folding Laundry. You should participate!
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