Well, the weather people have conspired and adjusted the totals. So, instead of 8-18 inches, we're only going to get between 1 and 4 inches. A lot better as late last night, they were worried we would get between 1-2 FEET of snow, but now it's been changed. Again.
As I sit here, at work, I look out the window and see the cold, scudding gray clouds scurrying across the pale blue sky. The trees, almost fully leafed, sway in the cold breeze. Spring has been here for almost 2 months and nothing is really showing signs. Sure, you can see robins chasing bugs, or hear a hummingbird zipping along, too fast to watch. But actually warm days? They've almost been forgotten. My roses, shriveled and purple-red with the kiss of frost on their leaves, are straining to grow, as are my other shrubs. The neighbors' grass is still the dull winter green, not the vibrant summer verdant hue so beloved by most in Suburbia hell. Even my wintergold pines are just that, winter gold. Soon, soon, every tree promises. Soon, soon, my lilacs are screaming.
But soon cannot come soon enough for this poor cold soul. I hate Colorado. Even the Canadian border in NY was better.
