Ok, so in Arkansas, when it snows, it's a major event. When I lived in Bethlehem, PA, life went on as usual. I lived up there for about a year and I only remember one time that school closed for the snow. But here in Arkansas, all you have to do is hear the word snow and everyone begins freaking out. Bread shelves and milk coolers magically clear in a matter of a couple of hours. Why do folks think they will starve is they don't have milk and bread? Me? My only concern was having enough toilet paper.
Anyway, I have been watching the beautiful March snow most of the day. It started late this morning and is still going strong at a little after four p.m. It reminds me of my grandmother, who convinced my grandfather to enclose her front porch in plastic, and install a gas heater so she could sit and watch the occasional snow. It snowed the day we buried her and we were all thrilled for her. We knew she was looking down from Heaven with a huge grin on her face.
I took some quick shots of the day and thought I'd share with everyone. Not as impressive as J's shot of Russellville earlier but still pretty to look at.
Those of you who are actually in Arkansas will not be impressed, but anyone out there who lives elsewhere might be a little interested. In a day or two, it will all be gone and the temps will climb back up to what they were at the first of the week. (Short sleeve weather) Just stick around in this place if you don't like the weather. It always changes in a couple of days.