Waiting for the Big Snow Storm

This is not a weather report but a lament.  I'm waiting for the snow storm of the year to hit.  I'm feeling cheated right now.  If I'm going to live in Minnesota in the winter, I want some bragging rights.  After the last week of warm January days, there are complete spots where we can see green grass coming through. I want to have a good deep bury that makes everything slow down for a day, giving reason, not laziness, to hole up inside with popcorn and hot beverages.  I want the brown muddy patches to be covered in sheets of billowy white.  I want to drive blinded by the sun shining so brightly off the crisp snow. 

Well, maybe not that last one, as I'm not a danger seeker.  I know winter has not released it's grip on us, and March is the snowiest month historically, and we've all of February left to get our snow quota, yet I am longing now for the snow to come.  I am a true four seasons kind of gal.  Snowy winters, melting and budding green springs, hot and humid summers, and crisp and cool autumns is what I want to experience. We've had some weird weather patterns the last few years, where I'm not sure, without looking at a calendar, what month it is.  Weather cycles should follow a pattern. I love the day after day of April rains.  You won't hear me complain about the heat and humidity in July and August.  Blustery winds in October have me reaching for a wool sweater and some hiking boots for a good long walk in the woods.  Something about getting a big snow fall in the heart of winter will feel right.  None of this green stuff on January 26th.