When Lela looked out at the snow falling last week, she asked “what happening momma?” Her concern looked on her face encourage me to comfort her. So I proceeded to explain to her that this is snow, and normal, and the weather we had been having prior was not normal. She seemed uninterested in what I had to say, and continued ” but I want to see the road, what is happening? Where did the road go?”

Over-prepared I thought, for the first time in all of my winters, I’ve over prepared. I started by making a list in the Fall of how to better winterize our home and prepare fot the masses of snow (I was thinking feet) we were certain to get.

We,
Gassed up the snowblower,
Insulated the deck door and boarded it with plywood to surely keep out the cold south wind,
Wrapped our little sapling pear trees to protect them,
Stocked up on ice melt salt for the sidewalks around our home,
Searched aimlessly for tiny boy snowboots, in which my first trip actually ended up buying faux fur boots, assuming they were boys, Luke reassured me there were certainly not,
I even made a special trip in to town to buy snow boots for myself(which I have not purchased since 1999).

Any other winter=prepared. This year=over-prepared.

My snow boots are still in the box collecting dust at the bottom of my closet and my son hasn’t even tried his hard earned boots on.

“No snow-mans this year” I told Lela,
I decided to save my global warning speech for a later date, but I reassured her, that this is no normal weather for Minnesota, and in all my 31 short years I had not seen one like this.