Saturday, May 21

Wisconsin in Spring

Of course it would be a travesty if I were to have posts about every day of Wisconsin Winter and not even one post about Wisconsin in Spring.

So here is that one post.

Can I just affirm that tulips are amazing? Maybe (almost maybe), winter is worth the glory of a city populated by tulips.




Okay, and dandelions. Giant dandelions.

I've decided that if I were to create a crayon color for spring, I would call it Hallelujah Green and it would be that luminous green of a fresh spring leaf.


Periodically, SmilesBabyGirl will wax eloquent about the return of the sun's warmth. "Oh, I love the sun. Don't you just love the sun, Mama? The sun loves us! The sun is warm! I love the sun."

I'm pretty sure the birds are saying the same thing. There are so many of them now! We live near some prime bird-watching spots, so we've gotten to see several kinds that we've never seen before.

It's warm enough that we need a boat to go out on the lake now.
And so, gentle readers, thus ends the long winter (which everyone here tells me was much too mild and short to call a long winter). I found this the other day which goes to show that I am in good company as far as reinterpreting what defines winter.


Thank you for letting me share the dragging days with all of you by way of too many posts about the weather. Here is a big high five for sticking with it.

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Saturday, May 14

The One Hundred Twenty-Second Day of Winter

Of course it was bound to happen.

I finally took the snow shovel and ice scraper out of the back of the car last night. So of course there was snow today.

I was running errands and kept thinking to myself, "A few weeks of warmer weather and I've gotten soft again. Why am I so cold?" And then I saw white stuff floating down from the sky, and I studied it carefully so as to make sure it was not A) ash B) blossom petals C) dandelion fluff (which have all been airborne since the last snow). Indeed they were snow flakes.

Not enough so as to require the snow shovel, but sufficient to be glad I had not yet packed away all of our winter gear. See? Procrastination (or busy-mommedness) has its benefits sometimes.

SOS and CutieLittleBoy are off to try their luck at fishing, now. If cold temperatures slow fish down, they won't need any hooks. They should be able to reach in and grab any passing fish.

Sunday, April 10

The One Hundred Twenty-first Day of Winter

SOS left before seven this morning to catch a flight to San Diego. When he left, it was snowing.

It would have been helpful to know this before I got the kids out of the house for church. Let's just say I overestimated the certainty of spring arriving this week.

The good news, though, is that when we came out of church with insufficient outerwear, the precipitation that met us was merely rain and not snow.

Saturday, April 9

The One Hundred Twentieth Day of Winter

How can I so easily forget how to dress sufficiently warmly for a bike ride? I did not turn into an icicle during my ride, but that does not mean that nothing else did.




I keep telling myself that this is the week. A year ago, SOS came for a view weekend. He said that when he showed up it still looked very much like winter. By the time he left, however, the trees had a sheen of green. This is the week, Wisconsin. Do you hear?

Friday, April 8

The One Hundred Nineteenth Day of Winter

This morning I took the kids out to the car without grabbing a hat or jacket for BabyMyBoy. I debated whether it was cold enough that I should run back in for them. Eventually, the fear of being chided out in public for having a freezing baby motivated me to climb our stairs and hunt them down.

I'm so glad I did because the weather got colder and colder. By noon, when I came out of the grocery store, it was snowing and the wind was creating swirls of snow across the parking lot.

And I said, "Self, remember when the trees blossomed in California and there were millions of tiny white flowers that the wind would blow off the trees and across the roads in great swirls of white? Remember what that used to look like and you would study the white petals extra closely to make sure it wasn't actually snow? Well, I don't think you will get that confused any more."

On the way home, we drove by a house just around the corner from our apartment that is for sale. I was all set to post a link to Zillow and invite any of my dear readers to buy the house so we could be neighbors. I was going to tempt you all by saying that you would have at least six full months of enjoying the house before you had to shovel the driveway. Tempting, eh?

But guess what?!? The house has a heated driveway! You won't have to shovel it! It's a mere 1.6 million dollars, but what with the heated driveway, a laundry room for each floor, a disco/dance room, and us for neighbors, what more could you want? 

Thursday, April 7

Wednesday, April 6

The One Hundredth Seventeenth Day of Winter

Today I nearly drove off the road.

Why? Because I saw color. Flowers, Gentle Readers. Like spring flowers.



Don't get up your hopes too terribly much, though, about this (finally) being the end of these winter posts. We're expecting snow later today and again later this week.