Once again, here in the southern part of northern Virginia, snow fell and blanketed everything with loveliness.
You can imagine why we love the snow so much; we live in a region of the country that rarely receives enough snow to get sick of it. During the course of a typical Virginia winter, it might snow two or three times, but never in any quantity.
Folks 'round these parts do tend to get a little freaky; if our local weather guru (Doug Hill, I sing of your glory) tells us that four or more inches of snow are headed our way, the grocery stores prepare for a stampede of panicked hoarders.
But this winter we have already lived through one Big Snow; this week it has snowed twice more in smaller amounts -- and my Doug Hill is telling me that it appears another Big Snow is on the way this weekend. Actually he used the words, "significant snow event." Doesn't that sound more official and meteorological and stuff?
I must admit that I am one of the panicky shoppers right before a storm. But while all around me are stocking up on toilet paper, milk, and enough canned soup to live through the Apocalypse, I am filling my cart with chips, Cokes, wine, popcorn, and several kinds of chocolate.