Hang in there, Houston!

All I can say at this point is hang in there, Baby.

I think I mentioned before how much I despised February, and anxiously await the arrival of March, and hence, Spring.

Dawn Potvin, It Dawned on Me

 

All I can say at this point is hang in there, Baby.

I think I mentioned before how much I despised February, and anxiously await the arrival of March, and hence, Spring.

Thus far, no one is happy.

We are currently on the receiving end of January-like weather, complete with horrendous roads to travel on, skin biting cold, and driveways always in need of shovelling.

With only a touch of sarcasm, I am loving the snow that lately is constantly blowing sideways.

Sadly, even by the time this reaches print, it doesn’t look like we’re in for much change in the weather department.

It certainly is beginning to affect morale, as it seems like this weather is bringing everyone down.  Now is the time to be jetting off to warmer climates, instead it feels like everyone has cabin fever and can’t even get out of their driveways.

I have cabin fever in the truest sense of the word, but I can’t even imagine trying to shovel in to the entrance of our lakefront property yet.

That seems like a distant dream with each snowflake that continues to fall.  I mean, is it not time to start thinking about seeds and bedding plants for God’s sake?

The stores are still selling out of salt, gravel and shovels.

Each year I look forward to watching that hard working girl in Steelhead Park plotting out the beautiful gardens that bless us every year, meanwhile she’s probably like the rest of us, curled up with a good book and coca, in her Snuggie on the couch cursing winter.

Anyone who knows me and has to listen to my rants knows that I am not a fan, let alone when this drags on into the end of April.  We need to think positive.

We need to embrace the fact that Spring is on it’s way even though it doesn’t feel like it.  I vote for a +15 downpour that will wash away winter.  If you hear a weird song or see me dancing around my yard like a fool, it’s a rain dance.

Hang in there.