As I listen to gale force winds rattling every window of The House in the Hill in what can only be described as an annoying cacophony of non-silence, just one thought comes to mind, Modern Philosophers:
What the @#$% happened to Spring?
Seriously, though, what the hell is going on with the weather?
I was promised Spring, sunshine, flowers, warmth, and short sleeves if I managed to survive another 182 Days of Terror.
Instead, I’m fighting to walk against winds so strong that they are actually impeding my progress. All this while bundled up in a winter coat, knit hat, and gloves because the winds also happen to be bitterly cold.
I’d like to lodge a complaint. Does anyone have Mother Nature’s email address?
The hurricane-like gusts aren’t even the worst of it.
Yesterday, I woke up to snow.
April 3 and it’s @#$%^&* snowing. Are you kidding me?
Just the night before, I’d commented that all the snow was gone from my property. That annoying last pile in the middle of the lawn had finally melted, and I was feeling all giddy about life and the coming of Spring.
I still went for my run, as you can see from the photo on the left, but I wasn’t happy.
At least I was smart enough not to wear my new sneakers out in the slop.
The snow only got heavier over the course of my run. Then it continued for most of the morning.
Have I mentioned this was on April 3???
As you well know, I count down the days until April 1 because that it supposed to be the official start of Maine Spring.
I need this day to arrive because Maine Winter is torture.
Having to deal with another week of Winter sucks.
I’m exhausted. Frustrated. Cold.
I really need for the sun to shine on me and fill my life with warmth. I need to see the colorful flowers blossoming to replace all he drab grays and whites. I have to be able to sit out on the porch and write. I simply must put away the extra comforter on the bed. My winter jacket, hat, and gloves need to be tucked away until October.
Give me the Spring I was promised! I refuse to deal with more of this depressing cold.
Life cannot be an eternal dreadful Winter.
Bring me Spring! I want to live again!