It’s a Flurridemic

Fear not, my friends. I have seen the forecast. I am living in that forecast.

It’s officially Spring. We’ve seen the daffodils blooms. We’ve felt the sun on our faces. We’ve made it through winter. We’re ready to cast off the heavy sweaters and gloves and scarves and coats. We’re ready to pack up our snow gear for a while.

And then we get a weather report like this:

If it’s not snowing where you are, it’s drizzling. And it’s probably cold. Heck, I live in the South and here’s what my weather looks like:

But do not abandon hope that Spring is right around the corner. I wanted to remind you of my very own weather just 2 years ago. Almost exactly 2 years ago. It was a freak March snowstorm. We happened to be excited because we hadn’t had any snow all winter. And it was the first time my son really was able to go play in the snow.

This is what we woke to one March morning.

Believe it or not, I had to teach my son the joy of snow. You just PLAY in it!

Then, my husband, who should have been an engineer, insisted we had perfect snowman snow. And he proceeded to make a mammoth snowman.

And as quickly as the snow came, it left. By the next weekend, we were wearing shorts. But not before we said goodbye to our snowman.

Fare thee well, my snow friend. Until Mother Nature graces us with her white dusting again.

Sunshine is delicious,
rain is refreshing,
wind braces us up,
snow is exhilarating;
there is really no such thing as bad weather,
only different kinds of good weather.

~John Ruskin