Why is Boston getting snow storms in April?

Mother Nature, you have your seasons mixed up. Please bring back the warmth, we had our fill of blizzards last year when you cancelled Mondays.

I woke up this fine Sunday at the ungodly hour of 6:45am for practice to find the blizzard of blizzards raging outside my window. On the third day of April. This is two days after a couple [really] toasty days, mind you. So even though this weather had been forecasted for about five days, and is forecasted for tomorrow as well, it didn’t make it any less astonishing.

I suppose the wind gusts we were getting [in Massachusetts], which in some places got over 60mph, should have forewarned us to the epic weather weirdness that we were to get. Because trying to walk into wind (whether you’re a small person or not), basically leaning forward into it at a 50 degree angle (no joke), and not moving at all is totally normal, right? I saw a guy being pushed by the wind across the sidewalk so hard he was basically running sideways, almost into a car, which was, thankfully, parked.

Nickerson Field around 7:15am

Nickerson Field around 3pm

It’s Boston, so if you haven’t slipped and fallen before, you’re one of the lucky ones, but to do so on a Sunday, April snow storm would be one for the books.

Now, there’s the snow that floats down onto you and melts like a pretty decoration, and the snow that decides that it’s going to be a big fat snowflake and make as much of you as wet, cold, and numb as possible. This morning was the morning of the Big Fat Snowflake. I say snowflake in the singular because, while of course it was many thousands of snowflakes pummeling my face, it felt like one big one because they just never stopped. The snowflakes were huge, and made it their business to pelt my face while the wind blew my hoods (yes, multiple) back, and shove my scarf up into my face, which was coincidentally covered and soaked through with snow.

Me, very perturbed by the snow storm

When I first stepped outside of StuVi2, I didn’t have my hoods up, and immediately choked on a snowflake while one went straight for my still uncovered neck (scarves need adjusting), and yet another went for my left eye, which seemed, throughout my 15 minute walk, to be the favorite eye for many snowflakes. Although I took many turns, it seemed I was always walking into the wind so, with my head down to try to (unsuccessfully) keep the snowflakes out of my eyes, my forehead got the brunt of the force.

It has since stopped snowing (around 3:30pm), but we’re scheduled to get another two to four inches within the next day with a real feel of 15-25 degrees, courtesy of AccuWeather.com. So don’t pack up your winter coats and boots just yet, Boston’s winter isn’t done with us.