I know about climate change, I know that this winter has been mild here, and I know that I live in a northern climate BUT, people, it's March. I swore I wouldn't write about weather or complain about winter this year. Last week, Mother Nature played a trick; it was warm enough to evoke spring and make me think, that's it, winter is over.
Then the cold air moved in AND it is here to stay for the next 10 days. Just when I had started to think about painting my toe nails, when I took out my flip-flops and tried them around the house. I have a couple of new shirts- kind of flowing, kind of Golden Girls, but they're for spring. I can see them fluttering in the spring zephyrs.
Last week we walked the dogs down by the Battle River and it was so nice we talked about having the first wiener roast of the season. Perhaps we were a little over-excited but it was warm and nothing feels like that spring-ish air after a Canadian winter. The sun was shining, water was gathering on the ice on the river, and the snow was all but gone.
It got cold this weekend. Cold enough to show winter isn't done with us. Last night it snowed. Not a lot but enough to "make the yards look all nice and clean." Some demented woman remarked about the lovely whiteness today. Bah! It just means that we have that dingy brown and mud again soon. Not that soon. I did mention the 10 days of below normal temperatures.
When I passed my closet, I noticed those spring tops hanging in dejection. The flip-flops looked like cheap rubber and my toes? No use getting them pretty just to hide in socks and boots. It's not that bad. March isn't spring in Alberta but it felt like it for a while.
When it warms up this time, it could be spring for real. Ten days isn't that long but it's time. Driving through snow with poor visibility isn't fun. Roads can be slippery with ice. It can even be a risk just to go for a walk.
C'mon, Mother Nature. I'm ready.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.