This is the view out my back door…it is only November 17…sigh…
I know I live in the Midwest and that it’s supposed to be cold this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere. But after last winter’s Snow-mageddon, I’m not ready to begin the fight again.
Yes, I realize that other parts of the country have already seen more snow than this. My “U-per” daughter enjoyed not one but two snow days last week. But I do not live on the Canada border, so this snow – that is sticking! – is more than I signed up for and honestly, more than I think I can stand.
Forecasts are all different for just how bad this winter might be. Some say worse than last year, others say much easier. I even read in the Sunday paper a prediction that heating bills will ultimately be lower than last year, because while some cold snaps are expected, they won’t be prolonged. In other words, we aren’t entering a deep freeze.
But let’s be honest, all the weather “experts” are taking a 50/50 shot at this. Maybe this is all the snow we’ll see this year, and maybe this is just the foundational layer. Or maybe it’s something in between. All I know is that I am not looking forward to fighting the elements to get to work, digging out the snow boots and gloves, walking around the house in three or four layers even though the heat is cranking.
The upside is that maybe this will put me in the holiday mood. And if the sun ever comes back out, it will be nice and bright, reflecting off the snow. I just hope that this round melts enough for me to cover the patio furniture before the next round hits.
I guess this is one of those times we just have keep plugging along. And it starts…
This has been one long winter…
Now I know that most people are dealing with winter woes just as much as I am, but I think I have officially reached my limit. And now that we are finally getting some nice weather (i.e., above zero degrees), I find that I am getting even more impatient for summer.
Normally, I am a big fan of the spring season. I love the budding trees, seeing those first crocus, tulips and daffodils pushing bravely through the soil and sometime snow, brings me back to life. When the crab apple trees and the orange blossom bush (that is threatening to take over my front yard, by the way) start to bloom, my soul fills up with a giddy happiness.
This year, I’m not in the mood. Bring on summer…now. I want bright, hot sun, 90-degree days. I will even take to 150% humidity that we can get…my skin will love it!
But ultimately, I want to feel the warm summer sun on my face. I want to have coffee on my patio while I greet the sunrise. I want to sit on the bleachers at a baseball game with a ballpark hotdog (ketchup and mustard please) and maybe a beer (depending on where the bleachers are). I want to drink an ice-cold strawberry lemonade while catching some rays…using sunscreen of course. I want to open all the doors and windows in the house and feel the breeze blow out the cobwebs in my house…and my brain.
I keep reminding myself that we are getting there. The piles of snow are shrinking and I’m seeing more ground patches. (Notice I didn’t say grass…grass is green and we aren’t quite there yet.) I keep reminding myself that there will come a day in late July where I complain – out loud to anyone who will listen – that it is too hot. There will come that moment in September where I want nothing more than to wear a sweat shirt. I tell myself not to wish my life away, since it’s going too fast as it is.
But right now, everything else is being drowned out by my winter woes.