Will There Be More?

As a young girl, I can remember waking up on a cold December morning, and seeing snow. The excitement would buzz through the house of us totally cool Campbell kids. No need to eat breakfast. No need to even get dressed. We would be plenty warm in our underwear and t-shirts with our snowsuits on. We'd probably even get sweaty! Through the front door and into the snow drifts that were taller than us! I think we always got six feet of snow (unless, it seemed like that much when I was little, and as I grew, we got less...or so it seemed).

The snow flakes would be about the size of a nickle, each fluffy, and shaped in its own way. This snow was always the best for making a snow man, and having a snowball fight. After getting hit so many times in the face with a ball of snow, our faces didn't even feel cold anymore. They just felt hot to us. So it didn't even matter when someone would grab another, through him or her down into the snow and rub his or her face right into the fresh fallen snow. It wasn't cold....it would just burn! All the while big grins on our faces, and laughs in the air. What joyous times! The snow balls would be flying every which way; ocassionally one would "accidentally" hit a passing car. But for some reason no culprit was every discovered (that might've had something to do with the almost invisible snow forts that were five feet tall, yet still hard to see, since everything was white).

From sledding with Boomer pulling the sled, which was tied to his leash, to sledding down the enormous hill in the backyard. All of this would take place all day, and all night. We'd even have the slag from Monsanto light the sky on a cloudy night. The sky would fill with the warm orange light, almost making it feel like early evening. Finally, when we were all tuckered out, and frost bit from having our faces shoved into the snow (we'd know because our cheeks started to become numb), we would head back to the front door. There we would let ourselves back in, and take off all of our soaked snow clothes (with snow still on them), and lay them out to dry. Dad would end up walking through the living room and past the entry way, stepping on pieces of cold snow as he went. "Dagnabit! You rumble butts!" He'd exclaim, "Your tracking snow all over the house!" Mmmmm! The feeling of stepping into a cold wet piece of snow that instantly melts onto your socks.

Well each morning of this year, I wake up and look out my window. Only once did I find a winter wonderland, and that was in mid October! It was a Saturday, and we got all dressed up in our snowsuits, boots, hats, gloves, and coats, and went outside to play in the snow. We even went out to buy new boots for everyone, since none of us had any. For what? But one day of snow! Listen, when you live someplace cold, there had better be a benefit to that. Just dry cold is not any fun. We need to snow! Ever since that first snowfall, it has been warm. The highs would be between forty and fifty, maybe even sixty; but that is too warm for snow. But the last week or so, it has been colder. It has been between twenty and thirty-eight! Perfect snowing weather.....if we had any clouds, or humidity!

So here we are, in Idaho, cold and dry! But it is Idaho! What can be expected but crazy weather!

Happy Holidays!