Was hoping for a bigger snow day

The picture dominates our front lobby at The Journal and frequently elicits comments from visitors.
It’s a large canvas print featuring our office during the last really big snow several years ago.
Early Tuesday morning we were up to see if the forecast for a couple inches had come true this time. We got a smattering of an inch or so across the ground, but nothing like that snow from 2011.

That legitimate blizzard, not just a “Mississippi blizzard” which can sometimes just be a brief dusting of white, came on a Sunday evening. I was sitting comfortably by the warm fire constantly glaring out the window hoping to spot a falling snowflake. It’s so rare that predictions of snow for our area actually come true, but there was an unusual certainty to that one. Enough so that social media was filled with pictures of empty shelves at area stores where bread and milk had been gobbled up by the buggy full.

Shortly after 2 p.m., when the first flakes began to flutter down from the sky, I was glued to the window. Then suddenly, the snowfall turned into a full blizzard.
For the next few hours our home and all of Calhoun County quickly transformed into a literal “winter wonderland.”

It was after 10 p.m., Lisa and I had already indulged in some incredible “snow-cream,” and I was far from sleepy. I decided to pull out the rubber boots and heavy coat and go for a walk to try and capture some nighttime snow pictures, something I hadn’t attempted before.

I walked across my neighbors Mary and Don Ball’s yard, and my feet sunk out of sight in the powdery, white snow. Giant flakes continued falling as I stepped on to North Newberger headed for the Bruce Square. The Christmas snowflake lights were still appropriately hanging from the utility poles, creating a scene reminiscent of “It’s a Wonderful Life” with Jimmy Stewart.

I walked down the middle of the street, camera in hand, seemingly the only person in town. The snow in the street was even two to three inches deep. It was nothing but white as far as I could see.
I stepped onto the Square and the heavy falling snow, combined with the haze from the streetlights created a gorgeous scene. Hardly a footprint or tire track was visible anywhere. It was perfect.

So overwhelmed by the scenery I looped back home and convinced Lisa to get out of bed and join me for another walk. We headed back to the square taking it all in, with a few more sight-seers out this time.

I, like many of our readers, have seen the beautiful snow scenes in the Rockies and up north where it’s more common. But what makes snow most beautiful is when it falls where you might not expect it – Calhoun County.

I was hoping for a little more of that Tuesday morning, but it wasn’t meant to be. There was just enough to cancel school to the delight of many youngsters, but not to do much else.

We’ve already experienced some of the coldest spells in many years this winter. Perhaps there will be a few more snow opportunities before the spring rushes in and then the scorching days of summer when we particularly take joy in that giant picture in our lobby.