Send Old Man Winter Packing

I love winter. I really do. I like all the seasons actually. Having grown up in the Chicago suburbs, I remember snowy winters and piling on the snowsuit and scarf and hat and mittens ala Ralphie’s brother in A Christmas Story. I remember sledding down whatever hills we could find within walking distance of our house and good-natured snowball fights and making snowmen with my sisters and neighborhood friends.

And truth be told, in recent years, I’ve missed the big snowfalls of my childhood (like the blizzard of ’67) and I’ve bemoaned the lack of a white Christmas.

Well, I’m here to say: Old Man Winter, I am so over you! Go back to wherever you came from and let Spring have her say!

Every day as the poor delivery person tromps through the snow and brings me box after box of spring merchandise, I find that I’m ready to start firing up the propane heaters and melting the snow myself. I’m so hungry for spring I can taste it! Each brightly colored Easter decoration I unpack, each sweet little floral flag I unfurl, I find myself looking out the window and longing for green grass and buds on the trees and warm sunshine (not sunshine that tricks you into believing that -6 windchill will be tolerable because the sun is out!).

So hurry up, Spring! Ignore the groundhog (what does he know anyway) and make an early arrival. We’ll welcome you warmly, I promise (just as soon as we thaw out!).

Hope to see you around town!
~Nancy