Ah, Seattle...

After 14 years of living in Seattle, My New England born-and-bred self still is mystified by what passes for winter here. Around the middle of January, the several inches of snow that fell over the course of a few days was reported in such dire tones by the national media that I had relatives calling and e-mailing every day to check on us. In fairness, a lot of people in the region did lose power because of trees falling on power lines, so I did feel pretty lucky that the biggest consequence for us was that the Rocket Boys got an extra week of school vacation, and I couldn't get up the big hill to my studio assistant work for Hazel Knits all week. But then as the snow started to melt I discovered daffodils had started coming up in my yard while Snowmageddon was at full strength. To me, that sums up winter in Seattle. Too bad spring doesn't actually start here until June...