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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Winter Weather Sucks…


If I haven’t said this at least a thousand times since the winter solstice nearly two months ago, I hate winter (perhaps in memory of my mother I should say “detest winter”) and I totally despise snow. This is why I just know I should live in Florida or the Deep South for at least four months of the year.

I am sitting here in my family room watching ice accumulate on the plants and trees, as well as a thin layer of it on the snow that fell earlier yesterday. It is a nasty sight. I would like to close my eyes and be able to wish away the next six weeks and get to April. I can just hear Mother calling me out for wishing my life away, but what the hell is a week or two here or there.

Spring here on The Farm is the best of all the seasons. It begins with hints of the most brilliant and greenest of greens on the trees followed by the emerging flowers on the red buds. By the first week in May the trees will be in full regalia and grass mowing time be just around the proverbial corner (not pleasurable but necessary).

Late April, as the days get longer and warmer, will signal the time when the porch furniture – rugs, rockers and plants – will come out, followed by an almost nightly ritual of enjoying it with a beverage in hand before we have dinner. There will be time when The Nancy and I sit out there for hours just enjoying the sweet sounds of nature and this beautiful wonderland where we live. It is very relaxing.

But then, there is the reality of this sucky season we must endure before we get to the good stuff. I am told there are actually people who enjoy this cold, miserable, depressing time of the year. I feel for them, for they are demented.

And that is all I have to say about that…