It blankets the drab and sometimes unforgiving world in a pristine swath of white, sparkling like a new beginning. You always know it’s going to snow because of the sky and the smell. And the stillness. The wind quiets and the clouds create an alabaster ceiling. If you breathe in deeply, your nostrils tingle with a chill that’s more inviting than foreboding, and you’ll catch the faintest hint of ice, a scent that’s almost impossible to describe.
Every March the clock springs forward giving us more precious hours of sunlight, and at least in New Jersey, a crocus or two pops from the ground, winking and promising that Spring is nearly here.
We make plans, eagerly lugging our bicycles and gardening tools from the basement, and then Mother Nature says, “Psych!”
I suppose it makes sense that the ones who face Mother Nature’s wrath head on have something huge in common: gender.
During last week’s nor’easter, I received text after text from female friends and colleagues. It looked a little like this:
Over the next 24 hours, my gal pals rallied as they faced everything from:
…to driving 40+ miles to work…
…to fixing a broken generator…
sir ma’am. These ladies put the “win” in “winter.”
I’m hashtag blessed to have so many women in my life who handle Mother Nature’s little curveballs with
poise wine, grace vodka, and humor. It doesn’t hurt that they now write blog posts for me, too.
How are ya’ll doing? Everybody good? Have (girl) power?
11 thoughts on “Snow Many Women, Snow Little Time”
the worst! i know your pain )
The only -only- worse kind of snow than what we got last week (in these photos) is the kind with a layer of ice/frozen rain on top. Or in the middle layer. Or both.
OMG. I just realized I forgot to mention the man I saw this weekend blowing snow into the street. …With a leaf blower…
Right now I’m googling photos of beaches in Aruba and sobbing hysterically.
The very wonderful colleague who dealt with the aforementioned snowblower AND generator deaths is now sending photos from somewhere warm, sunny and exotic. Pass me a tissue?
We are blessed snow-free here in the Midwest, but feel your pain. Hope you dig out soon!
I’m heading to Boston next weekend and have put in an order for absolutely no snow. See about making that so, will y’all?
Aw man, Peg, I hope it’s nawt wicked cowld there-ah, too!
Perhaps some of this howling wind will carry my request a couple hundred miles north…
You girls have all the fun.
It sounds like we’ll get to have even more fun on Tuesday! Another… nor’easter… I hope M found her left arm.