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Dear Snow,
Out of all the weather phenomena we experience here in Southwestern Iowa, your job may be one of the hardest. Unlike the story of Goldilocks, there doesn’t seem to be a “just right” amount of snow for us humans’ liking, who tend to have a love-or-hate relationship with you.
We’re here to say we love you, Snow, and we miss you, too. Here’s why:
Balance is key to maintaining our environment - colder weather and snow in winter are required to sustain the things many of us love in the warmer months, including weather, plants, wildlife, and other seasonal recreation opportunities like fishing, kayaking, snowshoeing, skiing, and more.
Bud bursts are becoming more common as warm stretches show up throughout winter, triggering trees to start preparing canopy growth that’s killed off when the next cold front comes through. Scenarios like this harm and can even kill trees and vegetation and raise prices of some produce, but snow helps communicate to plants that the time’s not quite right even when temperatures indicate otherwise.
Subnivean zone tunnels are created by critters like moles, mice, and shrews that create winter wonderland homes beneath the snow, using them for travel and protection from predators. Here, grass, seeds, leaves, insects, and more are left untouched and free for the taking. Even when temperatures drop below freezing, the subnivean zone remains a balmy 32 degrees.
And while rain is another important form of precipitation, rain instead of snow in the winter can have damaging effects on plants, wildlife, and even road conditions when freezing overnight temperatures turn everything into a sheet of ice. Our communities need water too, of course, which snowfall supports by helping maintain and recharge the watersheds we depend on.
There’s nothing quite like a walk in the woods when everything around is covered in a fluffy, fresh layer of snow. Or the magical perfection of a snowflake captured up close? Breathtaking.
"Stillness is the flower of winter, all hope waits beneath a blanket of white." — Unknown
Love,
Pottawattamie Conservation