Years ago, my Grandmother R (the one who, along with my mom, taught me to knit) once told me that you wanted to pay attention to the date of the first snowfall of the year. She said that the date would tell you how many snow storms you would have for that season. For example, if it snowed on the 7th of November, you would have 7 storms that year.
I seriously hope that this is one of those old wives tales that really has absolutely no basis in reality.
Our first snowfall of the season was on November 27th. That in itself is weird because we hardly ever get snow here until January. (Or least we haven't since I moved to My Beloved South eight years ago.)
But, according to Grandma, that means we're having 27 storms this season.
And we just had the second. And now we're out for a snow day for tomorrow. (I am not happy - we only get three a year and this isn't the week we really need one. We need to save them up for those dark and gloomy days in January and February when we really need a mental health day.)
I am so hoping that this year isn't a repeat of last year when it comes to missing school.
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