Winter Before Its Time

ALMOST everyone would like the last month of winter to be more like the first month of spring or maybe the last month of summer to be more like the first month of fall. But no one wants to see the first full month of autumn become more like mid-winter.
The snowstorm that hit our area this weekend was an unprecedented event. Some trees had still not changed color. The sight of an oak tree with green leaves and snow is disorienting. Leaves are part of a tree’s periodic immaturity. A tree that is juvenile in June is ancient in November. By early winter, a tree becomes wise and wizened, mature enough to handle the tribulations of cold and ice. Many a tree in October is no more prepared for snow than a teenager is ready for mortgage payments.
By last night, leaves that were still green or gold were loaded with snow that was so heavy, massive branches drooped to the ground. Many snapped instantly. The roads were littered with downed limbs and many people lost power. The party was broken up. The authorities came and told everyone who was enjoying autumn to go home.
Normally, the first snowstorm is exciting, but this wasn’t exciting, it was strange. It was a premature end to the season. The flames of fall were doused with buckets of ice.
