Chances are one in three we’ll have winter snow in the Midlands of South Carolina, something you may remember from the brief “weather event” we experienced two weeks ago. As we never saw a flake fall in the daylight, I put out there this
wish all out prayer for an odds-beating second chance:
To my pure delight—and with apologies to all those who experienced the brunt of the accompanying ice—it happened.
My heart was giddy as I watched the snow fall. While it was no record-setter in terms of accumulation, it nevertheless brought so much of what I love about a good snow day: early morning quiet, followed by the joyful sounds of neighborhood children who collected in our front yard, anxious for a go at our sloping driveway.
It was a marvelous couple of days (for those of us with electricity). I am grateful.