"Ugghhh. . . it's raining again!"
Those words were out of my mouth this morning even before "Good morning" or "Our Father who art in heaven."
I'm ashamed of the fact, but I think I have become whiny. I hate whining. Why am I doing it?
When my oldest son was 10 weeks old, my husband and I moved from Nashville, Tennessee to Hillsdale, Michigan. Michigan. As in THE NORTH. We had never lived above the Mason-Dixon line before that. And mostly we loved it there. Michigan is breathtakingly beautiful in the summertime, and the autumns are spectacular. But the winters. Oh, my.
We lived in Michigan for seven years. I still remember the shock I felt after my youngest son was born on March 29, which fell on Easter weekend that year. We went home from the hospital on the day after Easter, but before we left the nurse came in to give me instructions on caring for a winter baby. Not kidding.
My boys remember the Michigan winters with great fondness. They loved sledding and making snow angels. They don't remember what it was like to try to fasten a preschooler in snow gear into a carseat. But I do. And I remember the snow plows and the salt trucks and the rust on my car and the dry indoor air and the high heating bills and the grey, grey days. All memories which you would think would give me perspective on the occasional bad weather we have here in North Carolina. Wouldn't you think?
But no. I am now whining because it has rained a lot lately. Please.
Well, I know what I need to do. I've already done part of it. Look what I found on sale at the grocery store:
Beautiful spring plants, already forced into bloom. The floral department had done all the hard work; all I had to do was arrange them on the coffee table.
I need to stop and smell the hyacinths and remember that spring will be here before long. And while I'm waiting, I need a dose of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I re-read the Little House books every so often, and it's time to pull them out again. A little while spent with my nose in The Long Winter ought to fix me.
How's your winter going?