Friday, August 12, 2016

A Lingering Winter Lament

Red River families are no strangers to fickle weather.  The long-standing joke holds that if you don't like the weather, wait a minute, and it will change.  Having lived most of my life here where Mother Nature loves to indulge her whims, I should be prepared.  I know; I get it.

But this?  This goes too far beyond what we bargained for!  Week after week, spring has danced the Texas two-step with a clinging winter that adamantly stalks us as we attempt to flee into the freedom of capris, shorts, tank tops, and flip flops.   The sunshiny days tease, and each time we fall for it, happily packing coats and mittens away, only to be stung by the whip of icy wind like the mischievous snap of a towel in the locker room when we weren't looking.  Enough already!

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the wonder of winter.  I adore languid days spent cuddling with my boys before a crackling fire, or watching merriment and chill paint their little cheeks red as they find each breath puffing out in smokey wisps they can see.  Giggles echo from the happy memories of snow missiles zipping past screaming, laughing, exhilarated bundled up boys as they face off in hand to hand snowball combat.  Snuggly sweaters, hot cocoa, and fun winter hats- I adore them...

But hello!  It's April!  And as momentarily amazing (when not weeping at the fate of the poor plants who bravely pushed their way into this madness) as it was to find ourselves living in a Photoshopped world of blossoming trees captured in ice above rich carpets of green grass, I'm over it.
Bring on the sweet breezes, the promise of warmth for a time.  Give us the renewal that the seasons promise, that hope of spring we all depend on to help raise our spirits after winter's dark chill.  It's time for brightly colored sidewalks with scattered remnants of chalk, for the jubilant squeals of children racing back and forth on their bicycles and scooters. I'm ready to hear them sweetly beg for just five more minutes of playing under blue skies with the melody and aromas of spring swirling around them.

Maestro!  Change the music!  We've grown tired of the two-step, at least for now.  Summer will soon be upon us; let us finally waltz into spring.

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