This morning, I awoke to birds chirping. With the ground still covered in fresh March snow, and my snowboarding jacket hanging on my bed post, right where I left it, I saw this as huge progress. Okay, confession, BLAKE saw this as huge progress. It was 6:30 in the morning when he cheerfully exclaimed that hearing birds chirping meant spring was coming.
My response at the time? “Grumble, grumble grumble, @!@*&!^@!*&^@, I need coffee.”
With there being only fourteen days left until spring, I figured I needed to redeem my uninspiring, precoffee attitude. This post is my way of saying goodbye to winter. It’s been real. We’ve never been great friends, partially because I despise falling on my rear every time I attempt to walk down slippery steps, partially because people forget basic driving etiquette when it’s snowing, and partially because you make me cold. HOWEVER, you do hold some beautiful attributes, which make New England a captivating place to live. For this, I can momentarily appreciate you.
Winter, this one’s for you…NOW GET OUTTA HERE!