Where’s my snow?

I’ve been haunting the weather maps lately, looking snow. Last night, they gave us an 80% chance of less than an inch, which is an odd way of saying we might get snow, but alas, though it is snowing right now, the map has changed from 80% to 30%, with no more in the forecast until the weekend.  And just when I get my adult boys around to push it for me. . . (Who am I kidding? I’ll be the one out there pushing it. The world sounds different under snow, and that’s what I like.)