How can there be more snow?

In this land of inconsistent snow cover, a white Christmas one year in three, and (until recently) a side-street snow plowing policy of “let the Chinook winds melt the snow”, we’ve had thigh-deep piles most of the winter. They melt, it snows again, and we have new deep piles. Finally, the snow was melting for good, we thought, finally allowing the first green shoots to poke their noses out of the garden. Then it snowed again. We’re back to thigh-high piles, and aching arms from throwing the snow so high.

The good news is it’s wet enough for snow balls (a rare treat here). My daughters, teenage and young adult, dug out a fort each behind the drifts along the front sidewalk. Now they’re flinging snowballs at each other.

Maureen