It spoke too soon.
The season didn’t shout loud enough on March 20th. (It was more like a whimper.) It’s been a retreating plod toward warmer weather and green grass.
Last weekend, we had the worst April snowfall on record. Actually, it was a blizzard because the winds were howling as well. At times, the snow fell sideways. And blew sideways.
As you noticed within my Wednesday post, I spent the entire weekend indoors and did not venture out until Monday morning. Natasha, the neighbor and I had to shovel the mound of ice and snow behind vehicles and in front of garages so that we could go to work.
We may have spoken a few naughty words under our breath during this time.
Thankfully, the weather in Wisconsin can change on a dime and as I’m writing this sentence at 5:19 on Friday evening, the temperature is a balmy 52 degrees F. We’ll be up to 60 by Sunday. That means much more of this:
The snow piles will eventually diminish and be replaced by lakes and streams.
Eventually, the lakes and streams will dry up and I’ll be able to take the maiden voyage on my bicycle. It’s for the best because you’re probably as sick of me whining about this Wisconsin
winter spring as I am living it.
So, I will share a few photos of the evil snow piles and a little something to laugh about if you have been feeling the pain of extended winter.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making.