The forecasters were predicting snow and they were right. I awoke this morning to a light dusting of snow with the temperature hanging out around the freezing point. The snow continued falling and accumulated to slightly more than 2 inches. The calendar says spring will arrive a week from tomorrow but today winter is reminding us that the calendar is not  the best guide to life.

March snows here in the foothills are not that unusual but they don’t happen every year. Facebook friends have been recalling the large snow of March 1960 when food had to be air dropped to people and hay to livestock, hangars collapsed at the airport, and school was cancelled for many days. Certainly doesn’t appear to be a repeat of that year on this chilly March morning. If fact the temperatures are supposed to rise enough later in the day that some melting will begin.

So for this posting to the almanac I am celebrating the strangeness of nature and in particular the weather. As mere mortals one of the most difficult lessons we have to absorb is that we just are not in control. The weather teaches us that lesson on a regular basis. We all complain about the weather but I propose that we celebrate the weather even the weather that ruins our plans and makes us miserable. Take the time to reflect that we cannot change or control the weather and appreciate that the changes in the weather gives us the opportunity to one more time see the world from a different perspective. The 14-week old Bouvier puppy seems to think snow might just be the most fun thing he has ever experienced. I only wish my heart could be as open as his heart.

I certainly don’t know what the snow covered daffodils are thinking this morning. I have read people stating they were afraid to drive and hoping they would be sent home from work early. I didn’t hear a word out of the daffodils, they seem to be accepting what is.