We got our first significant snowfall the other day, and I caught myself enjoying it. Even the shoveling/blowing, even the driving (4-wheel drive helps here).
It seems everyone bitches about the snow - I’m as guilty as anyone, usually - but for some reason I was digging (heh) it this time.
I can’t be alone.
Can I?
(feel free to pop in here and curse the snow, threadshitting allowed)
As long as it is cold it might as well snow IMHO.
It helps that I cross country ski.
I don’t like getting a foot at once, or getting a shovelable amount too many days in a row or driving in bad conditions.
I do enjoy watching it snow and don’t mind shoveling too much.
We’ve got at least 6" in the yard, and more scheduled to come this week. I very much like having strong seasons & missed it when I lived in places without. The snow gets old when it’s still around in late March or April, but it’s a must for Christmas!
I find that a lot of the bitching about snow comes from folks who live in places where it’s not very common and/or the city the live in doesn’t deal with it well. I’d hate it, too, if every time it came down it doubled my daily commute time. My town is small enough and the city is prepared enough that the snow rarely stops anyone from doing anything. 'course, it helps to work from home, too!
I don’t hate the snow itself - just the idiots around here who don’t know how to drive when the first flakes appear. I also hate shoveling the driveway - especially at the end when the plow piles it up. Last year when we got a goodly amount, we paid a neighbor $100 to use his John Deere plow to dig us out. The driveway is just shy of 100’, so it’s a big job. Spousal unit has had multiple spinal surgeries and I don’t like to see him slinging a shovel.
We decided this year if a significant snow is forecast, we’re going to set up our portable canopy so the dog will have a place to poop. She’s a pug, and more than 3" is an issue for her.
I like or don’t mind snow as long as it isn’t drifting and creeping into my snowsuit. although I’m inexperienced driving in the snow at least I can drive better in my Prius than top-heavy northern SUVs can in the snow, based at least on the number of them I’ve passed by that were resting in ditches.
My ideal temperature is either in the firm 20s or in the firm 40s. I do dislike the 30s but not because of the snow: because of the chance of rain! Snow in this case is a positive because then it probably won’t rain.
I love winter and I love snow. I’d be happy as a clam to live somewhere where the temperature range was 25-60 degrees.
Two things also help my enjoyment: I pay someone to clear my walk and porch and I deliberately chose my location to reduce my commute (it’s under 2 miles).
Love it! I live in the part of Ohio that gets “lake effect snow” but just on the edge of the snow belt so at any given time we have the potential for either way too much or just a bit.
I don’t get out in the snow much for sports or whatever, and my new dogs dont love it like my golden retriever did. But I love how it looks, how it feels and how it smells and sounds.
It’s contextual for me. I love the look of the local mountains capped with snow down to about halfway to the valley. It’s great up there, in the mountains, far away where I can still see and appreciate the beauty and grandeur.
If I have to work in it, as I did Friday afternoon, it is a cursed blight on humanity. If I have to drive in it, especially for almost 200 miles through the “nearly trackless wastes” of mid-state Oregon, at night, after working my everloving ass off all damn day while recovering from a bout of “afraid to fart unless sitting on a toilet”, snow is cursed blight on the whole of the universe and proof that satan truly is the god of this world, and bent on extinguishing the light of all humanity.
I like snow. I don’t do winter sports, I don’t build snowpersons or dig tunnels anymore; but I like how things look in winter, and I’m not too sensitive to cold. Rain in winter is a horrible thing, though.
This is essentially me (I wouldn’t mind it getting colder—I’ve only experienced a negative wind chill once in my life). We got a teaser on the snow this past week, and it was delightful.
Sadly, my dream of a white Christmas looks like it’s going to have to wait at least another year. But some day, dammit!
I absolutely love snow walking. It snows, and I’m out there walking. During the huge blizzard of January, 1996, I was out there walking, Passed two other snow walkers, and we both looked at each other and cracked up. I’m willing to go to work on snowy days just to have an excuse to walk the 2.5 miles home.
Walking in a winter wonderland is one of the joys of my life.
I like it when I’m inside. If I’m not going anywhere, it can snow all it likes. It looks pretty on the pine trees outside my windows.
If it snows overnight, I always like that first, pristine view of it covering everything when I get up in the morning–before it’s all shoveled and snowploughed up, trampled with footprints, and churned into slush.
I remember that from my childhood. We were in Eastlake, our house only about a mile and a half from Lake Eire so we were just on the edge of the zone that would only get a light snow when it was much heavier just a little to the south of us. And sometimes we did get the deep snow.
I like snow, though I’m not a big fan of digging out. We used to get a snow cover every winter when I was a kid; the town even put up snow fences.* They stopped doing that and there has been no need of them for years, almost as though the climate was getting warming or something.
I do like the look of it once I’ve cleared the driveway, though.
*A cheap fence made of slats and wire that caught the drifts as the snow blew across farmland.