Yes, sports fans, the dreaded "s" word has reared it's ugly head today for the first time this season. Sure, it's a wet snow falling on ground that is well above freezing, so the outlook for the rest of the day means that it probably won't amount to anything. However, with my luck, I did proclaim last night at work and this morning to my mom that, "We won't get anything. A lot of much-to-do-about-nothing". Al Roker, I am not, obviously, as I was forced to eat my words along with a bologna sandwich for lunch. On the other hand, snow falling has a bit of peacefulness to it kind of cleaning the atmosphere and making the quick-browning grass have a warm blanket of white. I'm sure by the end of the event, there won't be much on the ground to look at, much less snow-blow, but it is the definite sign that winter is now upon us. So, like every year, we will dig out the heavy coats, dust off the mittens and gloves, find the thermal socks in the bottom of the drawers, pack away the canvas shoes, and gear up for the hibernation that is about to occur. Then, in August or September, we will witness a record number of births in the hospitals as the results of the long hibernation begin to show what we really do when snow begins to fall.
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