March 21st Spring has officially started. So the cherry blossom festival is around the corner, our own local trees showing buds, my neighbor’s yard has some daffodils peeping from under some still flaky grass, another neighbor was opening up the water pipes, ready for another sunny season, and then..
I peeped outside my window while tucking myself off to bed and what do I see…
A fresh blanket of white over my front lawn. I blink. Blink. Is that really ..s..sn..sno… snow? like in the soft powdery manna that makes kids go ‘whoppeee’ and the rest go ‘damn’
Yes, ladies and gentleman. It has snowed in our parts of the world. It’s 27 degrees on march 22nd, and we still have our frikkin fat jackets and scarves and wollens along with the swimsuits and the sprouting bulbs, and fancy skirts at the mall.
Over the past one year, Ive noticed there hasn’t been a consistency with the climates – as in 4 separate seasons. 70 deg F in Dec, 27 deg in April – I am telling you, soon we won’t have climates and season, just days and different temperatures. That essentially boils down to bigger closets, and more money down the drain to keep yourself equipped for any temperatures. Good for the economy I suppose, but cmon, I can’t hang a skirk next to a turtleneck! That will sooo not be approved by fashionistas! damn!