I can’t help but think that Ol’ Mother Nature got March all mixed up. This has been an amazingly balmy winter. (Relatively speaking) So when the snow advisories started coming in, I just scoffed. It’s already Spring, why on earth would we get snow? Besides, everyone knows that the month is supposed to go out like a lamb…even if it did come in that way.
When I glanced out the window this morning, I had to laugh at myself (and mutter under my breath about weathermen being lucky about finally getting it right) I happily watched the fat, fluffy flakes float lazily down from the skies. I knew there was no chance that they would stick, so I was free to enjoy the snow without worries.
A few hours later, I noticed that the snow was still coming down…and sticking. You’d think that I would be accustomed to our random snow storms by now…but I’m not. I have to confess that I still get a little panicky when I see snow sticking. (And Shaun thinks we will be perfectly happy retiring in a little cabin nestled in the Colorado Mountains…I guess I’ll have to gently break the news to him that I’ve just realized I need to be a snowbird.)
for my sanity the snow has pretty much melted. Now all I have to do is stay away from all those media sources that insist we could get an accumulation of two inches by morning…and focus on the fact that one week from today I will be in Columbia, SC where it is currently eight-one degrees….