So it’s here, the February snow storm. A few days ago, the light said spring, the birds tweeted spring, the plants were calling for spring. We all walk around saying ‘I am done with winter.” Now it’s the hard part: waiting for spring. Something due in a month or so, but not here. When winter first comes, the first snow, the relearning winter driving, skiing, sledding, ice fishing we rejoice. Holidays etc. But now. NO MORE. And then we don’t see real spring until sometime in April. But we can taste it. And whine.
While we brag up here, and even further north where it is seriously winter longer than here, we whine with eloquence once a taste of spring comes. And that is why I hate the January thaw.