(Yesterday on Chickadee...my beautiful Double Bloom Daffodils are already coming up in my mailbox bed.)
It's that time of year again. This same time of year happens twice each year. First, in March, and then again in late August. Like clockwork. Feeling really antsy and impatient. Feeling like I will never be warm (March) or cool (August) again. I know it will come. It always does, and yet living in the midst of it can make one just almost mad. The teasing is endless. Mother Nature gives you a weekend of almost balmy weather, and then BAM! We are smacked back into submission.
The cold feels like it has penetrated my bones. I can't seem to ever get my feet or hands warm enough, no matter how hard I try. I am so sick of being cold. Can I just say that again? I am SO sick of the cold... the deep, wet, cold. And, I am sick of snow and ice. Yesterday, we got another 3" of the cold, wet stuff. I know my Minnesota
So, I will save this post and use it again come late August when I whine and complain about sweat in my nether regions and how I can't seem to get cool no matter what I do. Maybe this will remind me that it's better to be able to pile on the blankets, than to have to strip nekkid in front of a fan.