A snowy day in Georgia

The only significant snow that I can remember in Valdosta occurred in the late fifties and again around 1989 or 1990, and both times it was quite an event. That rare and magical precipitation is foreign to our little ones today, unless they travel north.

This afternoon a lot (ten tons, reportedly) of man made snow was dumped on the ground at the library, and the local children loved it. The temperature today was in the seventies, so the soft snow rapidly turned into hard ice chunks, and snowball fights became treacherous, but it was fun while it lasted.

(Note: That's our Jake in the striped shirt and my friend Mary Young Manning's grandson, Converse Boatenreiter, in the light green.)