Snow, snow, go away. Come again, some other day!
The words repeatedly run through my mind, like a computerized chanting nursery rhyme. The thoughts seem frozen despite several attempts at my mental “alt,” “control,” “delete.” That’s the old right-brain telling the left-brain to grab a paper and pencil and write it down, I guess.
Spring was supposed to be coming, or at least, so I was told. But it seems no one bothered to inform Mother Nature, so she is happily doing whatever she darn well pleases.
It’s hard to catch my breath in this harsh biting winter wind as it gusts more wet snow onto my face. Twenty-below wind-chill, huh? The weather man is probably right, but right now with numb fingers and toes, it feels even colder.
I’m thankful I saw fit to sew a brand new heavy-duty lining in my long, wool, winter coat. Yes, more than glad now. I could easily have thrown it out when the old lining wore out. But, now, my old favorite wool coat is warmer and nicer than when it was new; I could get years more use out of it, I bet. Who would have guessed?
I double over my colorful warm woven scarf, mentally re-thanking my French friend Fatsiha for giving me such a lovely and useful gift. I wrap it over my nose and mouth trying to warm my breath and protect my face from the cold. Then I continue with my task of sweeping snow off the front steps.
My facial-warming efforts result in steam fogging up my tinted prescription lenses, making it next to impossible to see. Taking them off, I carefully prop the glasses on top of my head. Then I anchor them firmly over the top of the fur-covered metal headband attached to furry earmuffs over my ears.
Ahhhh! What beautiful weather we are having today!
Normally, a fan of the season, I confess to feeling rather unappreciative of Mother Nature’s latest show. In fact, I wish she would just take a bow and depart, like the unwanted visitor she has become, taking the cold, biting, sub-zero winds and hefty snow accumulations with her.
I am yearning for spring. The fever hasn’t bitten me yet, but I can feel it coming. A few more weeks are all it will take. Then, I’m sure the snow will melt and spring flowers will start peeking their noses up out of the snow. I can just picture bright beautiful multi-colored tulips; the crocus, yellow daffodils and assorted lavender pansies produce quite an annual spring show on my front lawn.
And, the giant lilac bushes out front will start to blossom, saturating the air with a splendid sweet fragrant lilac scent. Ahhhh! If I take a deep breath in, I can smell it already! Spring will definitely soon be here.
I can hardly wait. We will drag the garden tiller out of hibernation from the back tool shed and start her up. That long over-due tune-up will likely put her in good working order, and out to the dirt she’ll go. The seasonal garden tilling will then begin.
There will be strawberry plants to thin out, and asparagus to move. There will be plenty of rows to rake and till, rocks to move and furrows to hoe. There will be lots of seeds to plant and weeds to pull. Yes, spring will be here and I can hardly wait, how about you? I think I finally feel the spring fever coming.
Spring, spring, come and stay. Take this nasty, winter snow far, far away!