We snuck outside with the boys for about a half hour today. Enough time for a sled pull on the nature trail and a few trips down the slide. At sixteen degrees the temperature wasn’t really conducive to outdoor play, despite it being our “off” day.
The snow is a mix of snow, ice and more snow; difficult to walk on an impossible to do anything except be resentful. We’ve had a solid four months of winter weather as far as I’m concerned. It’s depressing to see the piles of snow and ice on the ground along the roof’s drip line. I don’t know how anything will survive under that. But all you can do is forget about it because there’s nothing you can do about it. Like much of our existence one can only wait and see how resilient life is.
I’m just ready for Spring. We all are. As we walked through the snow we fantasized about sitting on the screen porch with beer in our hands and cats on our laps.
“We’ll have to try to get a rug this year.”
“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.”
March is just as awful as February. It’s only saving grace will be if it takes the snow and cold with it upon its exit in four weeks.