We woke up to snow this morning. Accumulated snow, not like the wussy snow from last Monday. And it was still snowing heavily when I drove to campus at noon.

I blogged the first snow of the winter on October 11, so today marks six months of winter weather. I remember reading Garrison Keillor’s description of long Minnesota winters and brutal, muddy, pollen-ridden, downright rude Minnesota springs when I was a kid. The concept completely boggled me. Where I grew up, winter started around Thanksgiving and was done by late January — sometimes mid-February, if it was really hanging on. But here I am, and I rather like it. As long as it keeps being winter, then it can’t progress to Minnesota spring. We’ll start traveling in mid-May, so I’m (probably pointlessly) hoping to miss most of spring here and just come back to lovely, lovely summer in early June.