This evening I set off writing an anticlimactic post about snow in April and how much I loathe seeing it float down consecutively for three days after a heavenly day of sunshine. How this SPRING break seemed more like a trip to the tundra while having our staycation, instead of a mingling of toes to the grass and faces toward the sun. Then suddenly, my laptop overheated and proceeded to shut down. After a cool down and some defragmenting I found my post erased, sans the title. What I deserve after complaining. After subsequent digging I found this:
Winter is getting to me. Seems the weather is playing a game of sunshine or clouds and I'm not having it. I want sunshine. With sunshine, anything is possible. Take for instance this last Wednesday. All day the sun shone. All day the kids and I spent time outdoors. Working in the yard I put up the trampoline, trimmed shrubs, weeded, gardened and stuffed my handy green waste container until it could no longer exhaust any air. You name it, I stayed busy doing it. Indoors later that evening, sunburns occupied mine and the ladies pale winter faces. It felt good. So very, very good.
As is the custom during the first of April, snow hit consecutively for the next three day. Going to the indoor pool and dreaming of (insert your favorite tropical destination here) was the only solace spring break had to offer. While surrounded in warm water, my thoughts could not help but take me back to last year. Back to Mission Beach, sunshine, sand and surf. Better, those thoughts lifted me. That was until we exited the pool, running through water logged snowflakes, each the size of my nose.
On a brighter note, tulip and daffodil bulbs planted last fall look beautiful with their greens laced between a blanket of white, and soccer season is around the bend with coach Mick at the helm of Liberty's team. Feeling more hopeful spring might arrive.
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