Boy, am I ready for spring. Can I get an "amen"? With a snowstorm forecast for tonight, I am not looking forward to a school delay or snow day tomorrow. I've got work to do! I'm sick of the cold, sick of the biting wind and sick of Mother Nature's teasing, like Monday's 54 degrees that plummeted to 24 degrees in about two hours. Why is it that February is the shortest month, but feels like the longest?
My daffodils have sprouted, thanks to the warmth that radiates off the front of our south-facing house even on chilly days. But the green tips have turned frozen and brown, and the buds (yes, BUDS) have withered. Will I see my lovely cheerful yellow flowers this Spring? I doubt it.
I am not a winter person, unlike my husband. He grew up in upstate New York, where he routinely got 12 feet of snow in a season. Snow to him is nothing. My daughter loves it too. I remember one time picking her up from daycare when she was about 18 months old. It was blowing sleet and snow and I was carrying her to the car when her hood blew off and she began cackling with glee! She threw her head back and laughed and laughed. I just stared at her, thinking, "whose child is this?"
My son, however, is more like me in this respect. Sure, he'll go out and play for a while. But pretty soon, he's back inside, his fingers and cheeks red and chapped, and he's content to curl up with SpongeBob.
For me, the only good snow is one I can watch from indoors while sipping a cup of hot cocoa. But my reality is that I'll be the one scraping snow and ice off my car in the morning, fingers freezing and snow slushing up my shoes, as I get ready for work.
The only good thing is it will cover up the muddy back yard for a while!