Every time I see it snowing my brain remembers an old Inuit adage my husband heard a couple years ago which says, "Big snow, little snow; little snow, big snow" meaning that if the flakes are big the storm will burn itself out quickly but that if the flakes are small, it's going to be an all-day affair and you'd better have your boots and shovels ready. Those Inuits were onto something because since then I've noticed that this highly scientific meteorological test works.
Sunday morning we woke to snow coming down. Sometimes the flakes were small, sometimes they were huge but it lasted all day which has lead me to form my own Wise Saying that says: "Big snow, little snow; little snow, big snow; both kinds--hope you've stocked up on milk because you're not going anywhere today."
It makes me want to break out the Christmas music.
If you want a video clip of the heart-stopping action click here (this one's for you Mom) you can hear David in the background, upset because he'd been so excited to shovel the driveway he just couldn't wait for the snow to finish and now it was snowing on top of his work. He should have listened to the Inuits and saved himself some trouble.
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