This morning's snow when I got up was like jingle bell snow, my childhood in New Hampshire snow, snow globe snow, Julie Andrews' favorite things on your nose and eyelashes snow. Not the furious dervish blizzard snow of last weekend. And not the thin, uncooked rice snow of an hour later, just before it stopped. It's said that the Inuits actually have no more words for snow than we do. (But read this hilarious Inuit Words for Snow list.)
It was warm this week -- in the 50s yesterday -- so the mounds of now dirty snow from last weekend have been receding. Snow showers are predicted for tonight, inviting a fresh white blanket to cover the grime (I guess this might be tidtla - snow used for cleaning). We're heading into town, with a reservation at a bistro for our Valentine's dinner. Perhaps we'll make up a new word for the snow that falls while you're walking home holding hands.