I have to admit that I’m embarrassed. For the past few weeks, I’ve been poking fun at the adverse weather currently being endured by my Northern cousins.
I’ve taken rude shots at their climate, and made snide comments over the sub-arctic temperatures and snowfalls best measured in feet rather than inches, all while sitting here in my desert sunshine, smug in the knowledge that it couldn’t happen to me. For that, I apologize.
That’s because…well….the worm has turned.
Yesterday, we had our worst winter snowstorm in recent Tucson history. Temperatures plummeted, the clouds piled up, and a raging blizzard rolled in.
Due to the treacherous road conditions, I had to drive the Nordic Warrior Queen to work.
All day long I watched the storm; the wind blew, the mountains turned white, and the snow piled up. In my own backyard, snow levels reached nearly an inch deep!
And last night, the temperature actually dropped to 25 degrees last night. Fearful of frozen pipes, I left the water running on the outdoor faucets, and woke to a large skating rink in the back yard.
Luckily, the sun came out today, and we’re supposed to reach the mid-sixties by early next week. The snow on those mountains sure is pretty.
But because of this terrible ordeal, I’ve learned my lesson: I will stop making fun of the weather in Minnesota.
Especially since I just heard it’s supposed to snow all weekend up there…
What goes around comes around! That’s fall weather for us in the frozen tundra, but you know that as a self proclaimed “Exiled Nordic Warrior King”.