We have had a Wyoming heat wave lately. OK, well maybe there wasn't really much heat involved as we were only about 10 degrees above freezing, but there has been a couple of weeks with warmer than usual temperatures. For a moment I lost my head and thought that perhaps spring was right around the corner. Don't laugh I spent many impressionable years in New Mexico and took their mild winters for granted. I began to think about the tulips that were sure to start pushing their way up through the cold soil only to erupt in a riot of color that always seems so foreign after the winter colors of white and brown...but I forgot where I was and what month it is. January 11th is no time to declare the end of winter. No time at all.
Last night as I was getting ready for bed the darkness seemed to have a light purple brightness and I knew, before even going to the window, that there would be snow. It was falling softly, covering everything in sight. I smiled and remembered that we still have many more winter days to enjoy before the tulips make their appearance.
When the family awoke this morning I took Cordelia to the window so she could look out at the snow. She gasped in wonder and immediately begged for snow pants. How could I deny her? So, we ate some pancakes, drank some juice and headed out for an early morning romp in the freshly fallen snow.
What is it like where you are?