I think someone forgot to tell mother nature that we switched seasons from winter to spring. This was the scene in my backyard when I woke up this morning, and the snow is still falling! Makes me thankful that I am not flying out for Nepal until next Monday.
It is so easy at times like this to start griping. I admit, I am ready to not be cold for a whole day. I am ready for t-shirts, and skirts without leggings, and flip flops. I am excited for sunshine that is actually warm, and to be able to go outside without a coat, gloves, and a scarf. I am also ready for the weather to make up its mind. A couple weeks ago it was beautiful outside. We enjoyed several days of lovely sunshine, temps in the 60’s and no snow. Two months ago it was warmer than it is now. The other day our weatherman said on the radio that he wished winter would come back because it was better weather than spring!
I actually love winter, but I love it most when it comes in the right months. I don’t mind cold, but I love it in March when it starts to warm up and you feel renewed. When plants begin to sprout up from the ground, and life begins to turn from gray to green. I know there are places where that doesn’t happen until May on a regular basis. But I don’t live in one of those places. Well, I didn’t, until this year.
When I woke up this morning my first thought was “ugh, snow.” But then I stopped, and reminded myself that I have been hoping for one good snow this year. So what if it decided to come at the end of March instead of in January or February when it is “supposed” to snow? Today is a day to drink hot tea, read a good book, and catch up on things around the house that need to be done. It is a day to be thankful for the snow, and for a warm house from which to observe it. And maybe next time, I’ll remember to put a time limit on that snow request. 😉