In my town, the snowfall was not much at all – about an inch and a half, hardly worth mentioning if it had come in the winter – but now it caused mayhem because of the still-present leaves.
Intrigued by the low price point and notion of a classic New England experience and spurred on by a recent snowfall, my husband, Dave Shaw, and I decided to bypass the bigger mountains we typically frequent, such as Sunday River and Loon, and give the little guys a shot.
The average yearly snowfall in my part of central Maine is 71 inches, which, just for perspective, is around five inches more snow than Ross Perot is tall.
I woke the next day to the calm glow of a fresh snowfall, unearthed my paper and discovered that Barack Obama's ship had come in.
After a heavy snowfall at my in-laws this past Christmas, the topic of warm weather spring break retreats came up.
There were snowdrops in full bloom along my driveway weeks before the snowfall.
Dear Diary: During our recent snowfall, I took my two sons, Graham, 8, and Nick, 13, our dog, Sam, and some sleds to Cherry Hill, the legendary sledding venue off 79th and Fifth in Central Park.
As corny as it sounds, I want to be able to look out my window and watch the snowfall without feeling the need to share a photo on Instagram like I did last year.
Once in Vancouver I decided to try out my Robert Pickton jokes which resulted in a room full of unicycling yogis dumping a snowfall of boos on my head.
The early-morning trudge to pick up my copy of the paper after an overnight snowfall imprinted with seemingly infinite deer tracks, resembling cuneiform scribbling, all over my front lawn.
I wonder what they will look like in another two or three hundred years – or even in my own lifetime – if they, too, lose snowfall as warming trends continue.
