Sunday, March 12, 2017
Mother Nature... You're Drunk!
Today is March 12. We're nearly halfway through the month where spring officially arrived. We've "sprung ahead", daffodils are blooming around town, and yards are greening up.
Then there's this:
Yuck! I am FINISHED with winter weather. We had no measurable snow on the ground through January or February. I thought perhaps we were out of the woods and I could consider changing out my closet and bringing out my warmer clothes. But NO! Instead, I'm making sure my snow boots are out and ready for me to slip them on tomorrow morning. I'm wondering what happened to my warm winter hat. I dug out my scarf. I guess I'll wait to take my winter coat to the cleaners.
I live in northern Illinois. I should not be surprised by anything when it comes to the weather, as it seems to change every five minutes. I tell myself that I like living in a part of the world where we have four distinct seasons. And I do! I love spring with its flowers and green (though the hyacinths and other bulbs drive my allergies crazy). I like the heat and humidity of summer in June and early July, and I tolerate it through August. Fall is gorgeous, especially the forest preserves where the landscape is like an artists palette. Even winter has its charms, with clear air and that first, magical snowfall of the winter.
But I don't like it when I get a tease of spring and then get pushed headlong back into winter's icy grip. I've been spoiled by sunny days and warm-ish breezes.
Come on, Mother Nature. Bring on spring for real!