Walking in a Winter Wonderland…

I had the wildest of weeks. Something very bizarre happened on Sunday night. It was something that has never happened to me while living in Tucson. It was a glorious surprise, a gift from heaven.

SNOW!!! This is our neighborhood Monday morning. Isn’t it awesome?? Now, you gotta realize that is so very rare for Tucson, it’s almost unbelievable. Snow? On the ground? In town?? In our neighborhood?

It started snowing Sunday night. We were over at Tristan and Katie’s house.


This is them.

There were other friends there too. It was a cold, rainy/sleety night in Tucson. We were grilling hamburgers and watching the football game and chatting. All of a sudden we look out and there are the HUGEST snowflakes falling! No joke, no exagerration, these flakes were 3-4 inches in diameter. But they weren’t sticking to the ground, just your clothes. We were so excited to see snowflakes falling that we, of course, all ran outside and tried to catch them in our mouths.

We continue with our evening. A little later, we look out and the ground is white. NO WAY! So, we all grab our jackets and run outside. Our cars have several inches of snow on them. The ground is covered. The sidewalk is icy. The snow is still falling. Woo hoo! The snow on the cars was perfect for snowballs. We probably played outside for a couple of hours. It was the coolest thing ever.


Here is the group: Back – Jimmy, Kristie, Katie, Tristan, me, Phil
Front – Matt, Sierra, Neal

fyi – That bright spot is not a street light, it is a snowflake.


I decided to build a little snowman. Funny story – the next day, when all snow was gone everywhere, Katie came home from work and the only thing left was my snowman!!!

After hours of playing outside, we trooped inside sopping wet and had hot cocoa or coffee and watched a movie. When I got home I took some pictures of our yard, and this one came out way cool.

The next morning I wake up, shower, and check the news. There is still snow everywhere.

I was nervous about driving on icy roads. There are no fancy machines that come around and de-ice the road or snowplows when it snows, because it NEVER DOES! Come to find out, all of the schools were either starting late or shut down for the day. The roads were iced over, we had 78 bridges that were completely shut down, making it practically impossible to get anywhere (bridges over all the many washes out here). A snow day!!! Unbelievable. Now, those who deal with snow all the time – before you make fun of us for having a snow day, please re-read the previous sentences. Well, my district was opening at noon. Fun! So I changed back into my jammies, made some chai tea, and popped in another disc of Gilmore Girls, season 1. What a great morning.

Sometime mid-morning, Keeley comes over to see our snow. She did not have any at her house, as the snow decided to not stick on the ground in the northwest section of the city. The snow was well on it’s way to melting by then, but still enough to take a picture.

I went to school at noon, thinking it was pointless to go in anyway. I have most of my classes in the morning on Mondays, so I was going in for 2 classes. I get there and there are probably 30 kids in the entire school there! Some classes only had 2 kids show up. I mean, if you were a parent, and your kid was already home for the day, why would you send them in for only 2 hours? It all had something to do with if the district opened the schools and served lunch it still counted as a day and they could get money from the government for that day. Stupid. So, it was just the weirdest day at school. It felt like a work day, but there were some kids there. Everyone either was watching a movie or playing on computers or doing an art project. I didn’t teach any classes b/c of the small numbers.

By that afternoon, it was all melted. Yesterday was a beautiful, 65 degree day, and I kept asking myself “was the snow all a dream?”

There are a few more pics on my flickr site
and my cute hubby has a sound recording of the snow melting on his blog

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By Jenny Cain

Spunky musician, artist, seamstress and horticulturalist. More about Jenny...