When I was a kid, I always marveled at the tiny snowflakes swirling around in a snow globe my mother would bring out every year during the Christmas holidays. She would pick the globe up and shake it carefully and then place it back down on the table. My nose against the glass, I would peek deep inside to the little village and tiny people as the snow would gently fall to the bottom. I had to wait several years until I was old enough to handle the delicate curiosity myself.
I don’t know what ever happened to that globe over the years but I have one myself now that I also bring out every holiday season. My children, when they were young, would do the same thing and marvel at the miniature winter wonderland. I still shake the globe and watch the flakes fall to the bottom and recall memories of past years and remembering all along that there were many years during winter time, that the snow in the globe would be the only snow I would see.
Anyone who has lived here long enough knows very well achieving the correct combination of cold and wet is a marvel in itself. We usually can muster up the wet and warm or the dry and cold.
What brings me to tell this tale is that on the horizon, medium range computer forecast models paint a picture of a giant snow globe over us later this coming week. This has happened several times this winter during our La Nina episode. And for the most part, more snowflakes were seen in my snow globe than outside at city levels.
