I cannot believe the season is over and now there's nothing but a long, hard slog until Spring.
This is probably my least favorite time of year, where mud and ice and snow do battle and debating between an umbrella and mittens takes a few minutes of thought.
This mood is brought to you courtesy of: a winter storm that just grazed us, bringing not the expected snow and ice but snow and rain, dampening everything and the mud making the bootscuff mats in the car stink like spoilt water.
I am unaccustomed to this weather shift happening until (much) closer to Spring, and it makes me grumpy and out-of-sorts. Not so the others in the house, though!
The kids see the patches of bare ground and pester to go to the playground. 'Can we take the bicycles out?'
They run, ruddy-cheeked, over hill and dale and stomp in puddles and search vainly for crocuses.
They almost make me believe that the smell in the car will go away and that Spring will come.