I am not a winter bird.
I live in Kentucky. I’m used to January being on-and-off crappy, facing a couple spells of snow in February, then one big snow or ice storm in March.
This year? Oh, gods, this year. I don’t think I’ve seen the grass at all this month. Last month plunged us into the double digits below zero, then up to the upper 50s, then back down again. Our pipes have frozen, we’ve been out in t-shirts, we’ve skidded through the snow, we’ve skirted over miniature icebergs.
I am so incredibly over it.
The other day, I was marveling at the realization that the days are getting longer. It seemed like a sudden shock because the skies have been so cloudy for so long. I’m hopeful for the coming spring days and I’m trying to keep it together, but every time I look at the weather report and there’s a chance of snow… ughhhh.