This past week, we had what they call a "Typical New England Storm."
By that, I mean that the Weather Peeps predicted 2-4 inches. When all was said and done, we had a foot of new snow.
We're used to that in this part of the country.
Just a couple of weeks ago, they predicted 1-2 feet of snow. Schools and businesses decided to be proactive and began announcing cancellations the day before. I had a Doctor's appointment scheduled on the day of the storm. They called the day before to confirm that I'd be there. They called again the morning of the storm at 7 am to cancel my 9:15 appointment.
The snow didn't start until 11:00 am.
When the storm was over, we had between a half and three quarters of an inch on the ground. And for this, the entire state came to a screeching halt.
But if there's one thing we've learned, it's that we just never know what we're going to get. The weather in New England is predictable in its unpredictability.
It is what it is.
We've also learned to appreciate the beauty of the snow. That pristine whiteness only lasts a milisecond because once the plows and the sand and the salt start distributing, we're left with a brown tinge over everything.
But in that moment, as I was shoveling the front walk, I happened to notice that my Neighbor Bear was sporting a new "do."
My son has a favorite fur-lined Elmer Fudd hat that he wears all winter.
But I think I'm partial to the Bear's Beehive.
Can't wait to see what he does for Easter.