When did you say the first day of Spring was? Not quite two months – well, not soon enough in my opinion.
As I’m peering out the window all I see is snow … we have the “snow globe effect” going on and have since early morning.
Sunday it was balmy enough to break out the shorts and I could walk in shoes and felt as exuberant as that little penguin in “Happy Feet”. But by nightfall, we had freezing rain, then snow … and soon the world outside the confines of the cozy house was all ice encrusted.
The continual whirr of snow blowers and the scrape of shovels on the cement has been prevalent all day – almost annoyingly so. It reminds me a bit of the first day in Spring where everyone has to drag out their lawnmower at the exact same time.
I sometimes wonder if I should be permitted a license to whine about the weather since I don’t have to drive in this mess, or, wait on the bus while snow collects and piles up in the nooks and crannies of my coat and woolen paraphernalia donned for a cold, snowy trip to and from work.
These days I only have to get dressed and plop down at the kitchen table and I’m at work … a far cry from the days when the commute sometimes seemed as long as the workday.
This Wintry weather makes me lazy … I want to shirk any of my regular routines and head back to bed. This morning I even abandoned going out to run the car after I took one look outside and said “maybe not” then shut the door and came back and had another cup of coffee. I toyed with the idea of going down and riding the bike but said “maybe tomorrow” … maybe I need that “happy light” I bought for Buddy last Fall to shed some light into his corner of the kitchen.
My friend Marge’s sister-in-law is spending 10 days with her here in Michigan to break up the monotony of the same-old, same-old weather in Florida. Marge reports that Anna is enjoying the change of scenery, even that below-zero cold snap we had last week, plus she loves the snow.
We here in Michigan are glad we could accommodate Anna’s desire for a change of pace because we’ve run through at least three of the four seasons since her arrival last Tuesday!
But, if she has room in her suitcase, Buddy and I would be glad to squeeze in and return to Florida with her – just say the word and we’ll start packing.
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”