At 3 pm today, our National Weather Service declared we were under a winter storm warming here in the Binghamton area of upstate New York. The forecast is for six to ten inches of snow, starting in the early morning hours tomorrow.
Ah, it feels just like the good old days when, by mid March, we would have two or three feet of snow on the ground, and my toddler son, with playmates, would make snow tunnels in the front yard. (I'm sure he doesn't remember when the snow was higher than he was tall.)
Thank heavens we weren't further south in Atlanta, Georgia. A couple of weeks after a snow storm (tiny, by our northern standards) that left motorists in absolute gridlock, they are having an ice storm that has left the streets almost empty.
And England? Epic flooding is their lot. We know about flooding here, but not quite on that scale.
Something is on the move.
But back to my son, he now lives about 20 minutes away from us, and we communicate by text.
This morning, I texted:
|It dropped to minus 6 F after I left for work|
|-20 F or -29 C|
This week, moon rises have fascinated me. Yesterday evening, I took this, the moon barely visible in the mid right of the photo.
And, the sky glowed shortly after in the sunset.
Yes, something's on the move. Beware!