Okay, I’ve had enough. I’ll admit I’m ready for spring. Though most consider me a
seasoned Connecticut Yankee, I’ll let you in on little secret. I was actually
born in Louisiana. Our family moved home to Connecticut when I was a toddler
but I sometimes wonder if my southern birthright causes me to whine
occasionally for the warmth of the South.
Not since the winter of 1995-96 have we had this much snow and I welcomed it as
it came. Snowless winters for kids and adults like me are really a bummer when
it comes right down to it. You can’t ski or sled on grass. Throwing mud balls
is okay but not as easy or as tidy as snowballs. And who every heard of building
a snowman, without snow?
So, we got our wish this year. We got snow, and lots of it. We’ve built
snowmen, snow bears and snow clowns.
We’ve gone sledding, thrown snowballs, built igloos and taken blizzard walks. I
am down to one plastic toboggan that hasn’t split and my old reliable flexible
flyer. I need to restock before next season.
With the winds kicking up and the temperature dropping we were forced indoors
to spend not only quality time together but quantity time as well.
Wet, cold and sloppy from snow and slush, we dried off, changed clothes and
headed out on days the roads were clear. We went to the movies, the mall and
friends homes. Gift certificates from Christmas were quickly gobbled up on
tickets and popcorn when we actually found a “G” rated movie to see.
The mall was crowded with others like us looking for some sort of contact with
the outside world and bit if bright light, as artificial as it was.
In the middle of all the snow and sleet and rain and hail we also made our
share of trips to the pediatrician’s office with our littlest. Two storms in a
row I worried and prayed for safe travel negotiating snow drifts and sliding
cars to get her to the doctor’s office, pronto. Finding out it was
mononucleosis was not such a surprise as even promises of fresh snow and more
hot chocolate could not rouse her from her lethargy. The asset of the snow was
the time we needed and were afforded to spend indoors so she could get the rest
and TLC she needed. Much harder to do in the summer you’ll have to admit.
So, I’m tired. Tired of snow, tired of illness, tired (if it is possible) of
drinking hot chocolate. March is here. Spring is noted on the calendars at
least. In hopes that it’s truly “just around the corner” we’ve gone
shopping for Easter dresses, white shoes and spring jackets. Hanging yet silent
in the closets they are patiently waiting as we think of daffodils, kite-flying
and peeping baby birds. I can almost feel the spring breeze brush my cheek.
And I almost forgot; hot chocolate can always be replaced by Russell Stover
chocolate Easter Bunnies.
Author’s Note dated April 8, 2014 – Fast forward 13 years and the child picture above in 2001 contracted Mononucleosis AGAIN as a college Junior. We just had an exceptionally long, snowy winter AGAIN and we are ready for spring, and Russell Stover Chocolate Easter Bunnies!