Other than a few stray flakes I noticed on an otherwise unprecipitative day last week—could have been volcanic ash, or dandruff, I suppose—we haven’t had snow on the ground in New Haven since the Saturday before Halloween. There’s hope we won’t be cashing in snow days as blithely this winter. The city’s saved on plowing. But I’ve got two daughters who were perplexed at the utter lack of a white Christmas, particularly when rain and below-freezing temperatures seemed to come on alternate days for half of December and never meet.
This week, we’re told, will be “mostly sunny’ by day and “mostly cloudly” by night, with “rain likely” on Thursday. In the bleak midwinter.