We have our share of winter weather in Iowa, but about mid-March it’s usually become a distant memory. As a matter of fact, I start getting complacent mid-February. It’s almost March, I tell myself. I don’t care what happens, March is spring. We go on spring break the second week in March every year, and often people back home are having weather in the sixties and seventies.
But not this year. So when I came back from vacation I hunkered down. Surely the next week would be better. And then the next. March had roared in like a lion. It roared out the same way. None of this lamb sh**. Okay, though. Once March was over, so was winter.
Wrong again. April held very few nice days, lots of gale force winds and more rain than I recall in the last few years. The old cup of positive had me thankful that we were replenishing the soil moisture levels after last year’s drought. (Hey, I own farmland!)
But snow in May? Really? Really??? Having to tell kids on Monday and Tuesday to be sure and not wear those shorts and flip flops the rest of the week because we were going to get a winter storm? That’s crazy talk. And this is what crazy looks like in my neck of the woods today:
Of course we have the standard parents who refused to go to the attic to get their kids’ winter coats/hats/boots (#whatthehell???) because apparently the effort is beyond them. And on the way to school today I saw the standard Middle Schooler walking to school in shorts, short sleeve shirt and flip flops. That brought a smile, because you just know not all the sidewalks are going to be shoveled. Ah. Sometimes karma is just too sweet 🙂
Are you getting bizarre weather this year? Any words of encouragement for someone who had to don *snowboots* for safety patrol duty today???