Winters in West Tennessee do not usually involve much of the frosty white stuff.
In 2009, we were bombarded with a foot of snow and felt like we’d never see another snow so great as long as we’d live here. Boy, we were wrong. While we haven’t seen 10-12 inches at a time as we did last March, we have had three snows already with another predicted for Sunday.
At this point, we’re tired of it.
My children were out of school for a day in early January, two days last week and four this week. They are set to return to school in the morning – finally – only to have Monday off for President’s Day. The days off, being off of our usual schedule, is annoying. It’s uncomfortable, it’s unfamiliar. As much as I hate schedules, as much as I detest routine, I’m eager for the familiarity of the everyday to return.
Snow fell on Monday morning and is still blanketing many of the fields.
Snowy fields, snowy barns are beautiful. It’s fun to go sledding for awhile. It’s entertaining to build a snowman and take the requisite photos of the children in the snow. But after that, I’m just ready for it to melt.
I’m ready for school to be in session, for the flowers to bloom. I’m tired of wearing a coat and eagerly awaiting warmer temperatures.
My only problem is Mother Nature. Apparently she’s not getting the message.
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