Late last week we received about 12 inches of snow. By my measurement, at least 9 inches of that snow accumulated. The snow made for great fun for the whole family in the form of snowball fights, building snowmen, making snow ice cream, etc.
But that was four days ago. Today we have the remnants. The accumulated snow has left us with a sodden legacy. Where we once had a beautiful blanket of snow, the likes of which have not been seen in these parts in over 30 years, we now have a muddy marsh for a lawn.
The dogs track in mud, the kids track in mud, I track in mud, and somehow the mud has found its way onto the paved parts of our property. Even when we remove our shoes before entering, we manage to still track in mud because our socks have somehow become contaminated with the stuff.
I became aware of the problem of the mud when, as my inner Hazel came out, I was mopping the floor, I saw doggie mud prints everywhere. The doggie mud prints were on the hardwoods, on the area rugs, under the area rugs, on the coffee table (I don't even want to know how), and of course, on the couch.
Just to make sure I really hate the residual effects of snow, God has decided to taunt us with the possibility of more snow tonight. Oh, joy!
It could be worse, though. I could be one of those people that bases their environmentalism on the premise of global warming. I wonder what kind of internal conflict must those folks be going through?
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