I will admit to a certain amount of grumpiness.
“I am finished with winter.”
“I am DONE – so fed up with snow.”
I said that. Several times.
Spring seems to have forgotten us in Nova Scotia this year. Wednesday, we had a doozy of a storm. Yep: March 26th and we get walloped with 50 cm of snow (that’s 19.7 inches for my non-metric friends.) Happy Spring, indeed.
I daydream about spring.
I crave barbecue and cold salads. I miss the sun and its heat and beams that warm every corner of our house, our yard.
I miss playing with bubbles and sidewalk chalk.
I want to plant flowers and hang out at the park.
I long for warmer days and lighter jackets and not having to start the car in the morning. I smile when I think of sandals and flip flops and the smell of sunscreen.
All of that seems far away, though. And at times I feel impatient.
With all that snow, we had snow days on Wednesday and Thursday. You know I love a snow day – but the grumpiness lingered for a bit.
Captain Alpha come outside with me to help me shovel on Wednesday night. After we had been out about an hour, he turned to me and said, “I want summer.” His voice sounded tired.
Exactly, I thought. Don’t children just have a way of stating something with simple perfection?
Looking back on the past couple of days, though, I realize I didn’t mind so much. I am not sure when it happened, but at some point over the past day or two, my grumpiness left me. It is gone – replaced by gratitude for one more chance at this.
We had a *real* snow day afternoon when David came home early from work. We had coffee and a game of cards as we watched the snow swirl around the windows. Then later, we made supper together. These things rarely happen during the week.
The boys and I went outside yesterday afternoon. The wind was still blustery, but the sun was warm.
I considered us lucky to find a pair of matching, hole-free mittens for Bravo at the end of March – never mind that they were for the same hand. They had a wide Velcro strap across the wrist that, after we were out for a while, collected beads of snow. Bravo would munch them when he thought I wasn’t looking. My calls of “No eating snow!” always made him laugh.
One more snow day – chances are, the last one for this winter.
One more morning to hang out in jammies. One more picnic lunch on the living room floor.
One more chance for them to play outside in fresh snow. One more opportunity for me to dodge snowballs and see these smiles.
Another wear of the snow suits that may well be too small come next winter – or fall. (It is Canada, after all.)
One more day for chili bubbling in the slow cooker and biscuits in the oven while and mittens and boots dried by the heater.
The spring things will come (soon, I hope?) but these moments are here now; I decided to soak them in.
One more time.
At least, I hope it is the last snow day. (For this winter, at least.)
Are you wearing flip flops yet?