When I heard the groundhog Puxatony Phil saw his shadow in February, I hoped with all I had that he would be wrong. I reminded myself that there is no way he really predicted six more weeks of winter and it is just a silly tradition (which is what I usually do when he sees his shadow, if he doesn't, I like to believe it is true.)
I live in the Mid-western United States. We seem to go from winter straight to summer. (Two weeks ago we had snow on Monday and then 80 degree weather by the end of the week.) Usually by the end of March, we can at least put the winter coats, gloves and hats away. Not this year. Last week, spring break, the kids and I walked to Dairy Queen on Tuesday and I was in shorts and a sweatshirt. It was beautiful. A little windy, but still very welcome weather.
Then, it snowed Saturday. Around five inches.
This is ridiculous. I am so tired of winter. I am tired of coats and long sleeves. I am tired of the kids being cooped up inside because it's too cold or too wet. I am ready to be finished with winter, even if that means we go straight to summer.
Each time we have another really cold snap I think, this has to be it.
But really, it's March 28, surely this has to be it?