Dear Liza,
Here in Portland, Oregon, we do get snow. I know, I’ve walked in it, slid in it, and watched my cat bat at fat flakes through the window. Here are some of my favorite “Portland snow” pictures.
We usually get plenty of warning about it, too. Our local weather service isn’t shy, and even seems to rejoice in warning us of snow flurries, snowstorms, even of a SNOW-POCALYPSE. The problem is, of course, that every storm doesn’t materialize…. sometimes we have NO-pocalypse, just a disappointing set of chilly showers and icy side streets.
So the predictions become games of Weather Roulette… will it be THIS time that the storm comes, planes are stranded and highways become sledding parks? Or next time?
It leads to an uncertainty that can either paralyze or embolden, depending on one’s patience and plans.
Friday afternoon through Saturday of this week, we are predicted to have several inches of white stuff in town, and much more at higher elevations.
Stop by Monday and I’ll have new pictures of the snow (if it shows up) or an ironic poem about the science of weather prediction ( if it doesn’t.)
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 