(Warning: This post is heavy on whining. You've been warned.)
Ugh. I hate this time of year. I am so over winter. The snow is dirty, hard and icy. The days are cold, grey* and flat. blah.
And then we are blessed with a week of warm temps, melting snow and glorious sunshine. For a few wonderful days I feel alive again. Refreshed. Inspired. I drive with the windows cracked and smile. Maybe the end of winter's not so bad after all.
But it all comes crashing down a few days later when the wind blows so hard the roof of the dog house ends up half way down the yard. And I have to chase the (huge) recycling can down the skating rink we call the alley. And it's cold. And grey. And flat. And blah. Times infinity.
I have a serious case of the
This time of year has me dreaming of warm weather, sunny skies and flip flops. Impromptu pic-pics. Long walks that end with ice cones dripping down our hands. Sleeping with the windows open. Waking to the sound of birds outside our windows. Being able to leave the house without taking 15 minutes getting jackets, boots, hats and mittens on.
Anyone else feel this way? Are we too young to become "snowbirds"? I am an excellent Shuffleboard player.
*Is it grey or gray? I prefer the look of grey so I always spell it with an "e". Take that America.