Twenty-one more days. If I can just hang in there for 21 more days… Then it’ll be spring. And it won’t be a minute too soon.
I love the changing seasons here in northern West Virginia. The bright, fresh greens of spring, summer’s sunshine-filled days and those vine-ripe tomatoes, the beautiful colors of fall, and yes, the gleam of light hitting winter’s first freshly fallen snow. There is so much to love and wonder about all year long. But let’s face it: enough is enough.
I’m sick of the cold, the ice, the salt all over my Jeep, all of it. The TV weather dude says we’ve had about 12-15 more inches of snow in February than normal. I feel as if I’m living in the Permafrost.
So as I sit here freezing, I’m also dreaming, looking ahead to those warm summer days of ice cream and car spoilers, campfires and hot dogs, when inevitably, I’ll wish it was cooler. I guess there’s just no pleasing sometimes.
I soooooo know what you mean! I just want to feel the warmth, no matter which season, but I want sun!
I know exactly what you mean. Although, I’m fortunate to not be dealing with snow this year, seems like we left the Chicagoland just in the nick of time! I am tired of all the gray days and the trees with no leaves and the brown grass, everything looks dead. I’m ready for it to green up.
The worst of it is that we ran out of heating oil about ten days ago, and with highs in the 20s and lows in the single digits, it’s cold in the house. Brrrrr….