Apparently that wasn’t the last snowfall of the season. I wasn’t really holding my breath. It’s only March and the Boy’s State High School Basketball Tournament hasn’t even happened yet. There’s always a snowstorm during tournament time. All true Minnesotan’s know this. Which reminds me, I’m supposed to be on the lookout for a snow shovel for my dad. He seems to be without one, and having been in Arizona for most of the winter to this point, he hadn’t really had a need for one until he and Mom returned home. I wonder if I can still buy a snow shovel this time of year. I mean, it’s March and so the stores probably have their Fourth of July merchandise out by now, right? Shovels may be hard to come by before July when the winter gear hits the store shelves again.
It snowed again today. It looked like it was going to be significant judging by the view out our office windows. It was falling down sideways and the flakes were big. But it stopped before long and there was little to no accumulation. This is good. Any measurable snowfall at this point will be met with serious disapproval on my part. I’m sure Mother Nature is shaking in her boots.
So while I wait out the remainder of winter, I’m taking note of anything that says spring is around the corner.
This falling snowman is a pretty good sign. Really, I’m not sure if he was pushed over, if yesterday’s winds blew him over, or if the air actually got warm enough for him to start leaning. Kacey built him last Friday on her first day of spring break. She was supposed to go with Connor to visit friends in Eau Claire whose spring break isn’t until next week. When Connor came down with the flu, the weekend trip was cancelled and Kacey was left to her own devices. The snowman was born of boredom but provided at least temporary entertainment when Lucy, the big furry chicken, proved to be slightly leery of him. Over the weekend, Kacey’s friend Alex tried to convince her that if they doused the snowman in lighter fluid and lit him on fire, that he would burn.
Alex was wrong and everyone was disappointed. I just hope they didn’t use so much lighter fluid that it kills whatever grass might have been wanting to return this spring. This is the kind of activity we refrain from sharing with Mark as he would frown upon it. Actually, had I been consulted, I would have frowned upon it as well and forbidden it. Unfortunately, my permission was not requested.
While the spring breakers are enjoying their time off from school, hanging out at the mall, having parties, going bowling and staying up late, I’m going to bed early and getting up when the alarm clock goes off. Instead of snoozing for that extra hour, I’m going to the gym again. And I feel better. The winter funk is fading. Spring is coming. I can feel it!