Just Think, It Will Be Spring By The End Of March, Or April Or May

Repeat after me, “I hate winter.”

Oh, they say the snow is pretty.

I say, "Pretty deep."

I’d rather be basking in glorious sunshine in Florida, the Caribbean or somewhere in exotic Central America than tramping through the waist-deep white stuff here.

The days just seem so damp and gray and grungy.

Don't you just love the cacophonic sounds of trucks scraping the streets with those snow plows? It's hardly music to anyone's ears.

Winter reminds me of ice and snow and sleet and rain. That’s the dreary stuff that makes us wish fondly for springtime.

I can just sit around and sulk and think of all the things that need to be done to prepare for winter.

My gutters are clogged with debris and my yard is full of the fallen leaves. No one has offered to rake up the leaves for free yet.

It is like the weather gods have an automatic timer for winter. The bottom of the beautiful autumnal season falls out the third week of every November. The sleet and slush and other gunk takes over through the new year and well beyond.

It's worse in Minnesota however, where they have but two seasons—summer and pothole repair.

I’d better get busy and do something about it soon.

My storm windows need to be put up. The garden hoses need to be disconnected. I need fresh antifreeze for the car, and where do you suppose are my ice scraper, gloves and scarf?

Maybe its time to create a winter “to do list”

• Grow a beard.

• Get the winter parka out of moth balls.

• Get the snow shovel out of the basement.

• Call a travel agent and book a flight—anywhere.

• Pack away the shorts and swimwear for the season.

• Plan longer naps.

In Patchland, we seem to be out covering ice and snow storms about every week. Just how many different ways are there to describe the heavy falling white stuff?

Dave Murray might love this weather, but I don’t.

The only good news is that with winter, springtime is just around the corner. I can just hear the crack of the bat at spring training. I will be in search of those Bermuda shorts once again. The suntan lotion and sunglasses must be hidden somewhere I can still find them?

Hope springs eternal for the return of spring. Life awakens once more as the snow melts away for the final time.

Hang in there, relief is just around the corner. Only November, December, January and February and most of March to go. That’s if it doesn’t snow in April and May.