Fact: We rarely get snow in Mississippi. Oh, every year or two we get in inch or two. Maybe.
But on December 1, 2017, we got an astonishing six inches, sometime between when I peeked outside at clear 3 a.m. and when I awoke at dawn. It was piled softly atop everything, completely covering decks and glass bottle trees alike, and even utility wires.
It was simply beautiful, and its muffling effect made everything so eerily quiet!
Knowing it wouldn’t last long, I quickly made the rounds, taking photos unspoiled by footprints all around my garden, front and back, and including the completely-buried plants in the back of my truck garden.
I moved on to neighborhood landscapes and the still-flowering antique shrub roses I had planted decades ago in a two-century old cemetery.
And sure enough, by noon it was already disappearing. By Saturday the only indication it ever snowed were the odd concentrated “butt prints” where ephemeral snowpeople once stood – er, sat.
If not for my camera, I’d never be able to prove that even Mississippi can get a blizzard.
My back fence, which is topped with colorful glass shards as pretty deterrents, looked extra special with the snow.
Sooo…. I built a nice fire and sat outside the rest of the day to just enjoy the crackling dichotomy.