When Christmas was over and I packed up the decorations for another year, I decided not to put the snowmen away. I wasn't quite ready to go from Christmas to normal overnight. It was winter after all, a very snowy one. And I happen to love snowmen.
Today with spring's official arrival only two weeks away, I decided to gather up the snowmen and pack them away. One was wearing a scarf of ivy that was stretching in the springlike sun. Enough already. Enough shoveling the driveway, enough four wheel drive, and boots, and ice sidewalks. Enough of the ugly gray patches of snow that edge the roadways. I'm done with snowmen no matter how cute their cheery faces.
Maybe when they're in storage winter will recede. Not that I blame my collection of icy men for the weather, mind you. But I'm ready for new green growth, nesting birds, and green grass.
Mother nature with her quirky sense of timing, however, has more snow planned even as I pull snowmen from their perches and set them on the stairs before boxing them up.
New England is braced for the storm that is coming up from the south, coming from places that shouldn't see snow at all, let alone on March 1st. But March persists in doing her lion thing no matter how ready we all are for the lamb.
And yet, I have the weather station on and I delight in the Doppler radar image for my area. I've always loved storms. Always got excited about the chance of a no school day. For me, all days are no school days now, but my son and his girl friend came home from their colleges for the weekend and I can feel their hope that classes will be called off tomorrow.
And I'm pulling for them.
Bring it on! This too will melt!
Spring always comes sooner or later.