We didn’t have any measurable snow around here this winter until about the 24th of January. It just happened to be during a weekend we were away. We had gone to our destination on Friday night so we wouldn’t have to drive there in the snow on Saturday morning. Returned home Sunday night. There hadn’t been much accumulation, but we never managed to clear away what landed there.
Since then there’s been no opportunity for a thaw and melt before the next wave of snow. And it’s kept coming every few days. Which means that first, uncleared snowfall became a permanent layer of ice.
We had more last night. More than was forecast, so naturally it was more than we expected.
But the reason I’m bringing up the snow at all is this: Here it is March 2nd (and happy 54th birthday to me), and coming home from my celebratory meal we passed homes which not only still have their Christmas holiday lights up, but still choose to light them.
As you probably know, I’m a little nuts about holiday lights. I love them. Any attempt to brighten up the long nights surrounding the winter solstice warms my heart.
Around here, post holiday season, it was not that cold – at least for a couple of weeks. My outdoor lights were lit until about Twelfth Night and then were unplugged. Because it wasn’t ridiculously cold and there was no snow or ice on the ground (literally none), I even took them down, brought them in, put them away and put the holidays behind me. So there was plenty of nice weather opportunities for others to do the same.
And yet they opted not to.
Within a short walk of the end of my driveway there are several homes still lighting up the winter nights with their holiday finery. In my heart of hearts I enjoy the lights. But I do wish they’d put away the light-up snowman or the brightly colored decorative balls. The lights are one thing. The holiday specific ornaments and decorations are another.
Which reminds me of our former across-the-street neighbor who basically left his holiday wreath on his front door year round. It’s a south-facing door: the sun was not kind to that wreath.
I like winter, I enjoy the snow, I love the holidays and decorating for the holidays, and I dislike undecorating for the holidays. I also dislike putting it off too long. But eventually everything gets old. For example: I have enjoyed our numerous snowfalls, but today with the excess of wet snow to clean off the cars, followed by slipping and falling on the ice in the driveway for the second time in two days the luster off the new-fallen snow was tarnished and it made me cranky and a little bit fed up.
If I had to choose, spring is probably my least favorite season, but it’s a means to an end; primarily late summer into fall. I’m finally anticipating the end of winter and the end of the ice and snow pack, and the coming of warm days.
But not hot days. If you think I’m cranky now, wait for a 80+ degree day and check back in with me.
If you dare.
PS. In case you are wondering what kind of card a 13 year old Boy feels is appropriate for his mother, see photo below.