I was starting to think that spring would happen before winter did, and that made me worry about my plans for this big fancy food garden--which would be unfortunate, for sure. Last week, we had most of the days in the 50s or 60s, a little rainy, a lot not-like-winter. And then starting maybe Monday this week, the temperature plummeted and the weather men started preempting TV shows, and the schools all peaced out, and then it snowed.
Not the sweet, fluffy, deep snow we had for a month by this time last year, but this hard, icy snow that has glazed everything an inch deep and made it so it's almost impossible to walk on the ground outside.
Dad fell getting groceries the other day.
My nephews have been waiting on snow for months since the leaves fell, and it's too cold for them to go out and enjoy it.
My sister and my niece have been sick since the day the temperatures went all The Day After Tomorrow.
My tulips, that had several inches above the soil last week, are now iced over, and the baby bok choi that had just broken the surface is, I'm pretty sure, slime now.
I wanted winter, but I didn't really want a winter that's unusable.
I guess I need to be more specific.
And I also need to complain less, because I know a lot of you have it worse.
So I'll go back to planting my spring plants, and I'll drink my hot tea, and I'll think warm thoughts.
How're you guys holding up?
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