March 1st and another snowstorm is headed our way. This is the year of the long-awaited spring. It’s Mardi Gras weekend and we should be able to dance in the streets here in St. Louis but that’s going to be a little hard to do if the streets are ice and snow-covered. Polar vortex go away, I’m tired of being ccc-cold!
For me this is further complicated by the fact that I have been to Mexico City twice since the first of the year. Each time it is a little tease of spring/summer only to return home to arctic conditions. I should be thankful for the brief respite in Mexico but instead it just makes the cold that much colder. Poor me!
Of course it’s even colder in Wisconsin where our son lives and when it snows on the East Coast it’s always MUCH WORSE than anything in the Midwestern (fly over) states, according to the New York City based news/weather reporters.
But if March is indeed supposed to “come in like a lion and go out like a lamb” then I remain hopeful that spring will soon be with us. Shortly our world will be filled with color. Red tulips and yellow jonquils and blue birds; green grass and lavender iris and brown bunny rabbits; all headed our way! The air will smell fresh and sweet with the abundance of new life.
I suppose this winter should have taught me a much-needed lesson in patience but instead I’m busy having a pity-party and whining about the lousy weather and looking forward to returning to Mexico next week. Let me know when the snow stops falling. Hasta luego!
P.S. It’s just a matter of time before I’m complaining about the heat and humidity.