5.9.365: I’m going to pretend this never happened.

As I was leaning against the porch railing, taking pictures of the rain pouring off of the roof, Jeremy came out to talk to me:

“I just read that we have a winter storm warning until five o’clock: thunder, lightening, and penny-sized hail. Take cover.”

…Five seconds later…

“You do realize this is all your fault, right?”

Yes, dear. I understand. It’s completely my fault. If I could go back in time and keep myself from planting those flowers, I would. However, today it’s sunny and I’m just going to pretend the last few days never happened.

But don’t worry,  I won’t be buying any more flowers for a couple of weeks.

5.8.365: I hate to say I told you so…

…but I told you so.

Remember how I said that if I planted my flowers it would turn cold? I planted those flowers. And today?

It’s cold and rainy.

Gah.

What a terrible thing to be right about. I guess I should be grateful that it’s not snowing.

Yet.

5.6.365: I’m afraid to plant these.

Ever year, I buy flowers and soil and ground cover and then- without fail- as soon as I get them in the ground, it snows. EVERY freakin’ time.

I’m afraid to plant these. It’s supposed to cool off next week. I’m convinced that if I put these in the ground, that cool spell will turn into a cold spell and it will snow. Then the Husband will refuse to make me a fire in the woodstove because it’s only one day of snow. Then I will be cold. I really, really, really hate being cold.

They look nice in their little plastic Home Depot buckets, don’t they? Yes. I think they do.

4.19.365: Redbud Season

Spring is a beautiful thing. Although, I’m not sure I can call this Spring. I’m still huddling under a blanket and wearing five layers of clothing all day long, but hey- the Redbuds are blooming and there are wildflowers every where you look.

It hasn’t snowed in at least three weeks, so I guess that qualifies for Spring. Now if we can just inch our way out of the 60′s during the day, I’ll be truly happy with the season. Probably. There is still the matter of the random May snowstorm we get every year. It’s like Mother Nature has to throw in that last “screw you” before she finally surrenders and gives me what I want.

What do I want? HEAT. Blissful, radiating heat. I want to bask in all it’s blistering glory and complain about endless sunburns. Yep. That’s heaven to me. Until then I can deal with this Spring teaser.

It is pretty.

3.10.365: A touch of warmth.

It’s not Spring. I know this. It’s only March and it always snows here in May. May is when I can claim Spring, no matter what the calendar says.

I won’t be fooled by the 70 degree weather and clean air that makes me throw open every window and every door in the house. However, I will bask in in it’s glory. I will make sun tea and drink it on the porch. I will play outside and dream of Summer.

But I will not get my hopes up that this is Spring.

Much.