Dogged by climate change?

© harrington

Snow is falling softly as I write. Not as much as in this picture from earlier in the week, but enough to freshen the snow cover in the fields and whiten dingy roadside snowbanks. For someone who has nowhere they have to go on a Friday evening, it's a visual treat. If you listen hard enough, you can hear the snow whispering as it falls, an aural treat. Stick your tongue out and catch flakes on it, an oral treat. If snow doesn't have to be plowed, blown,  shoveled or driven through, the fun outweighs the pain. In a couple of weeks, we're planning on participating in a local event hosting dog sled teams. I hope there's enough snow on the ground that the sleds can use runners instead of wheels. Who would have thought that in My Minnesota, the John Beargrease sled dog marathon would be postponed this year due to lack of snow, although wasn't it canceled last year? Wouldn't it be a shame to lose all the snow treats we can enjoy in Minnesota just because we think it's too expensive to pay what energy really costs?