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View From The Fence

Thursday, February 20, 2003

Winter wonderland is not

I used to love snow days. I would stock up with good snow food and eagerly await the first snowflake. I was as bad as my children when it came to watching the weather channel and tracking the snow. The day always seemed to hold a little magic for me.

I took delight in cooking a large breakfast as the snow fell outside, and I kept the kettle on for hot chocolate. I good-naturedly transferred laundry in and out of the dryer so the kids would have dry clothes for their next trip into the elements. It didn't even bother me to have several extra children visiting for the fun in the snow, and on occasion I have been known to talk the children into playing a board game with me as the front lawn was transported into a winter wonderland.

I'm still watching for that wonderland, but it's now turned into an I-wonder-when-it-will-stop-land. It seems we've had a snow day almost every week for the last month or so. It's beginning to wear a little thin, even for a snow-lover like myself.

The school children have almost used up all of their snow days, and school officials will be forced to extend the school year if we have very much more snow. As much as I love my children and enjoy spending time with them, I'm ready for them to go to school and stay there, at least for more than a few days in a row. I don't think I'm alone. Just wander the aisles at Wal-Mart on a snow day and you will hear more than one mother grumbling.

I've stopped looking forward to snow. This must be how the people up north feel -- after you've seen it for a while it's no longer special.

It's about time for spring.

I'm looking forward to seeing the first spring flowers peek their heads out, and I'm ready to feel the warmth of a sunny day on my face.

I want to drag out my sleeveless blouses and put away my winter coat, and I want to put on my shorts and go to the park for a family picnic. And I want Mother Nature to stop teasing us with a hint of spring, only to slap us again with sleet and snow.

I say somebody should go and get that hairy little groundhog that predicted six more weeks of winter and shove him out into the snow. Perhaps he didn't have long enough to think about it when he made his prediction earlier this month. A little persuasion could probably convince him he is ready for spring as well.

I guess I really shouldn't complain as much as I do about the weather in our beautiful state, because occasionally the weather is perfect.

I can't wait for that day.