It has snowed 35 times in Houston since 1895, the last time in 2009. That number seems like a lot, but I have to remind myself that in Wellsboro, it could easily flurry every other day all winter long. So 35 times in 122 years is rare. And we were here to experience the 35th time.
On Thursday, it was forecasted that there could be a 5 percent chance for it to snow overnight. Well the forecasters had a field day with that. I like all of the local news channels pages on Facebook, Twitter, etc, and it was all anyone could talk about. The chances got greater – up to 20 percent! The excitement was growing. You think I’m kidding.
I woke up the next morning and opened up the blinds, and was initially disappointed when I looked below and saw only wet sidewalks, but then I noticed that the tops of the bushes were white. Yes, we did get snow! And pandemonium ensued. I thought just the anticipation was crazy.
I’ve seen enough snowfall to last a lifetime, but throughout the day I probably looked through hundreds of snow photos and videos, feeling just as happy as everyone else. I even made my own mini snowman. I saw a post that circulated around the internet that said: “Hosted the Superbowl. Survived Hurricane Harvey. Won the World Series. Played in the snow. What a year, Houston!” It made me laugh, but I can understand how Houstonians are feeling. I had a friend tell me, “Perhaps this happy weather event can provide some healing from the bad weather event.” Seeing grown adults excited on Friday morning, I think she is right.
I said when we moved here that I wanted to experience snow here just once, to see how everyone else reacted, and I was not disappointed. Now that we’ve had a few days of cold and snow, I’m reminded of one of the major reasons why I wanted to move here in the first place. It went back up to 60 degrees a few days later, and I am totally okay with that.