Winter is over.
(Sniff, sniff…I know, I know, I’m the only one crying.)
Or, more correctly, it never even got started.
It has been in the 70s here…in Central Illinois…in MARCH. Now that is madness. I feel all off-balance and weird. Like I’m waiting for something to happen. You know, like in Nightmare on Elm Street when you didn’t want them to fall asleep, ’cause you knew Freddy was going to get them.
I think growing up in Illinois I’ve become used to snot-freezing, cold, crappy, sleet/snow/freezing rain winters. None of that this year. Maybe twice..and that only lasted a day because then it would be 50+ degrees. I think we got about 3-4 inches total this year. Not enough for me. All I’ve heard all winter long is how “wonderfully MILD” it’s been and “Oh isn’t it NICE” not to have to worry about the snow and cold temperatures. These will be the same people having a fit about all the bugs this summer. Those bugs wouldn’t exist if the weather had acted right.
I, for one, am still holding out for one last, blast of winter. One nice, long week of freezing temps and ta-da, no bugs. Oh, you’ll bitch, but you’ll thank me in July.