I wonder if I’ll ever grow out of being excited about snow? I think it has something to do with how often I get to see it. My father grew up in Wisconsin, and after seeing snow nearly every day from November until March, I guess the novelty wears off a little. But not for me.
Growing up, I lived in an area where we got snow every winter, but just enough that it was always exciting. When I moved to the UK, we might get a few inches each year, but never very much and it would never stick around very long. So living in a place with regular snowfall is new to me.
Depending on which weather report you listen to, we’re expecting anywhere between 15-50cm of snow this weekend. Less in Basel, I guess, more where we are due to the slightly higher elevation. Bring it on, I say.
The snow tyres are on the car, and this morning was the first time I’ve ventured out on the roads before they were plowed. The snow tyres make a big difference to the handling (it’s also the first time I’ve had snow tyres), and I was happy as could be, heater turned up and the heated seats doing they’re job at keeping my backside warm.
For a country that gets so much snow, the Swiss architects don’t seem to have made many design concessions. I woke up this morning to find that shutters were frozen shut, and when I finally managed to get them open, I discovered that our angled windows are not steep enough that the snow slides off them – instead, it accumulates and blocks out all the light in the room!
