The only time I came across snow this winter was on Boxing Day in… Switzerland. I got up and a white, fluffy carpet that had narrowly missed the “White Christmas” title greeted me. Two hours later, every last patch had been washed away by torrential rain.
In our neck of the woods, nothing. Not a single flake. Rain? Yes, sure, but not very frequent. Freezing temperatures? Well, Second Daughter normally cycles to school but I would not let her do this on icy roads. I think Sexy Hubby drove her fewer times than I have fingers on one hand. Certainly nothing as spectacular as the year we arrived in my adoptive country, when the pipe bringing water into the kitchen froze the day before Christmas. Not so dramatic, except that both our families were coming to us that year. Thankfully, the problem sorted it out before they arrived.
What happened instead is that the hyacinth bulbs I had planted on our terrace started growing in January. I rarely got to admire the translucent frost on the grass on my morning walks with Cute Doggy. And on most of these walks, I wore sunglasses. I cannot say that I missed having a “proper” winter, as Daughter of the Sun is the description that would best fit me.
Technically, the photos below were still taken in winter. I added the black and white picture as an attempt to illustrate this, but to no avail. Weakened as it already was, spring easily defeated his rival.