Many, many years ago when we first came to the wondrous place that is the state of Michigan, we experienced our first real midwestern winter, with freezing temperatures that lasted months instead of weeks, snow that measured in feet instead of inches, and it was fun and fascinating and exciting.
Fourteen years on, the excitement is kind of wearing thin, especially in this very off-kilter spring which is holding on to winter for dear life. We're ready to move on to (literally) greener pastures, with temperatures more appropriate to light jackets rather than scarves and woolen hats and four or five layers of padded shirts and coats (not to mention the thermal socks and boots).
I know the warm weather is coming soon ... but it just isn't coming soon enough.
We're ready now.
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| The front yard is there ... somewhere. |
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| I really was hoping to avoid any more shoveling of snow. But I'v got to get to work, and Adam has school... |
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| See that rust along the bottom of the car? That's caused by the salt they keep throwing on the roads so we don't slide off. The extra snow is not helping. |
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| Most of the time, I don't even bother shoveling. It's good enough just to brush off the cars so we can see to drive, and worry about the driveway when we get home. |
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2 comments:
Ever read Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter? They were snowed in for months to the point of near starvation.
Glad you just have yucky cold to deal with, instead of being trapped inside an uninsulated tiny house, twisting hay into sticks to burn for fuel and grinding wheat seed into flour with your coffee grinder to bake a tiny loaf of bread for the day's meal.
We have the a/c on...
I must've read that one -- I'm married to a Laura Ingalls Wilder fangirl, after all - but don't remember the details. Probably blocked 'em out to avoid going insane.
Yeah, they had it much worse, and I actually enjoy shoveling snow; it's a good workout. But it plays havoc with travelling, especially around the holidays when we want to go a-visiting. Thanksgiving is actually the worst because winter starts around then with an ice storm or two, making the highways a nightmare, and the temperature stays below freezing for a few weeks. It warms up a bit around Christmas and then it all comes slamming back around mid-January with weeks and weeks of constant bone-chilling cold and snowfall until the driveway looks like a tunnel and my fingers are too frozen to work the shovel.
But it's the salt I hate the most. A simple scratch in the fall can turn into a gaping hole by mid-winter, even with constant car washes in-between. My next car is going to be stainless steel. Or plastic.
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