I’m just sayin’, it’s not fair.
I’m going to lodge a formal complaint with the bureau of weather management in Heaven.
I think there’s been a misunderstanding.
See, I live in Grand Marais, 30 miles from the Canadian border, next to the coldest lake in America.
And, this was winter last year at this time:
Yes, I MAY have been a smidge grumpy as I dug the vehicle out of its tomb. But really, I didn’t mean I NEVER wanted it to snow again. Really. I take it back.
Because, while the REST of America (including the REST of Minnesota) just spent two days watching snowflakes peel from the sky, listening to Bing’s White Christmas and trying to get their snow blower to start (and I’m not talking about all those unfortunate folks who slept on airport benches or got stranded on the highway – this post is not for you)….
Grand Marais got….nuthin’.
Not a speck, not a hint, not a taste of snow, despite the -12 wind chill.
We’re all dressed up, too, waiting….
The Lake is quiet.
The Ben Franklin (our BIG store in town) has no shovels out for sale, no sweeping drifts in front of their door.
A view of the harbor. Note the beautiful lamp posts all prettied up. See – it’s very lovely here.
When we have snow.
Even the Mountain Ash has put on its baubles.
Waiting….waiting….
Excuse me while I go clear this up….