As I cleaned my yard and raked dead leaves and sticks out of my bushes on Saturday, I tried to ignore a warning that we were in for another storm. More snow, my neighbors shared, shaking their heads and lamenting the worst winter they can ever remember.
It was nearly 60 degrees on Saturday, with a beautiful warm sunshine. There were crocuses sprouting up throughout my yard. Those little purple flowers always give me such hope. Spring is nearly here, they say, and I believe them.
Yesterday I headed out to my son’s first spring soccer game of a spring season already filled with postponed and delayed games. The temperature seemed to drop as each minute passed. At halftime my fellow mom-friend headed to her car. She was frozen and had had enough. Her Canadian husband braved the cold with me on the sideline in his all-weather ski gear. Determined to freeze in solidarity with my son, I watched the rest of the game from the sideline, and shivered. My shivering didn’t stop until I submerged myself in a tub of warm water last night, and it was then that I remembered the promise of snow in the morning. A St. Patty’s Day punch. How lovely.
When the going gets tough in February, Mary Alice always says we just need to hang on until St. Patty’s Day. But not this year. This year, winter has the last say. St. Patty’s Day has added another 6 inches to a record breaking cold and snowy winter. Baseball, spring soccer, anything held outdoors — cancelled and postponed. Schools are closed and/or delayed AGAIN. Even dance classes, drama classes, and choir practices have been cancelled. A lot of housebound togetherness between moms and kids is the recipe for mom insanity. Somewhere, I read that this was the winter that killed all the moms. That years from now researchers will look back and see spikes in anti-depressant prescriptions and wonder what happened in 2014 to cause such sadness. Only the mom researchers will know it must have been the weather.
And that’s about all I’ve got this morning. Stay strong ladies…stay strong.