We hardly saw any snow when we lived in Osaka, and we saw none when we lived in San Francisco, but now we live in Buxton. Snow is basically a given here in winter time. The winter before we arrived here was especially severe, with cars driving through snow tunnels and people snowed in and stuck for days. So when my family came over for the holidays last year we all thought it would be a white Christmas. But it wasn’t it. Our first winter here was very mild, without hardly any snow-action.
The family is coming over again at the end of this month, and the snow this week has rekindled a hope for a white Christmas in Buxton.
This is what our street looked like after the first bit of snowfall. A good start, me thinks.
When we went out to feed to ducks in the park we even got caught in a hail/snow storm. On this occasion the snow stuck and built up a little, but most of it has melted away again. We have been having decent snow showers the rest of the week, which are just so pretty to look at. Yet for some reason that snow refused to stick. Instead it melted and quickly turned to ice, a lot less fun and more dangerous than snow.