This was the scene today. Temps in the forties, actual
sunshine. I opened the front door and shoved the kids out to ride bikes and play street hockey.
This was the scene four days ago, in icky, nasty February. Snow, lots of it. I see months (and a lot of other things) as colors, and February is a dark, dusky, cold purple. March on the other hand, is a nice, promising green. Even though you can't actually
see any green, as it's still under all the snow.
Funny how on a 40 degree day in october, the children will huddle inside shivering. A forty degree day in March, and you'd think it was mid-summer. Within minutes of being sent outside, every one of the children came lunging breathlessly back inside the door proclaiming how
hot they were, and did they really have to wear a coat? (yes, kid, you do.)
It's so much easier to be hopeful when the sun is shining and last week's snowmen are slowly melting. FYI, a two-foot snowfall on an average suburban yard yields quite a few very large snowmen.
This was the scene today. Temps in the forties, actual sunshine. I opened the front door and shoved the kids out to ride bikes and play street hockey.
This was the scene four days ago, in icky, nasty February. Snow, lots of it. I see months (and a lot of other things) as colors, and February is a dark, dusky, cold purple. March on the other hand, is a nice, promising green. Even though you can't actually see any green, as it's still under all the snow.
Funny how on a 40 degree day in october, the children will huddle inside shivering. A forty degree day in March, and you'd think it was mid-summer. Within minutes of being sent outside, every one of the children came lunging breathlessly back inside the door proclaiming how hot they were, and did they really have to wear a coat? (yes, kid, you do.)
It's so much easier to be hopeful when the sun is shining and last week's snowmen are slowly melting. FYI, a two-foot snowfall on an average suburban yard yields quite a few very large snowmen.
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