It DID snow. But then it melted, and the birds sang and everyone was so happy....and then it snowed again. And this time, it stayed.
Just enough to require snowpants be sent to school, but not enough to really do anything in the snow.
Now, I'm tired of winter. And I would vote (if I had a say in any of this, that is) for spring to come, and quickly. But I would also say sternly that
if winter is going to come back, time and time again, shouldn't it come back in full-force? Better that then the drippy-muddy days of will-it-snow-and-shall-it-stick. Because I'm tired of washing slightly-mildewed mittens, and sorting out boots.
The weather seems to be all that people talk about. At the village store, the shopkeeper has a sign behind the counter. 'It snowed again - isn't it exciting?' so he can point to it when people comment abut the weather.
Side note: That shopkeeper? Is my brother-in-law. While I was pregnant with Cass, he put a sign on the countertop next to the cash register reading 'No baby yet' so he didn't have to give the status over and over. A man of few words, is our Ted.
I long for spring, and even summer. I bought marshmallows today, just so I could open them and breathe in sugared memories of s'mores cooked over a campfire. That, and I'm dying to have a summer tomato. Outside. Without snow.
Garden magazines are coming in. And I have a birdfeeder to find plans for.