Not Ready for Snow
It’s snowing. I am not ready for it to be snowing already. Not ready to say goodbye to my favorite summer clothes, sandals, and fun, strappy, open-toed shoes. Not ready for the cold, for the people who don’t know how to drive faster than 10 mph even when the roads are clear, not ready for the longer commute as a result. I am not ready for my beautiful roses to die or our nice green lawn to turn brown. I don’t want to think about having to bundle up all the time or to have to bundle up my toddler either for that matter, as it means that going anywhere becomes that much more of an ordeal and takes twice as long to get ready. I haven’t even bought Adrianna her winter coat yet. I am not ready.
On the other hand, the mountains are a wonderful sight to behold when they are covered with snow. I love sweaters. I love it when my dogs, with their warm little bodies, lay on my feet. I love having an excuse to snuggle up to Greggor. It makes me look forward to those snowfalls where all is silent, so much so that you swear you can hear the snow falling, and the flakes are large and fluffy and beautiful. It makes me look forward to the holidays and family gatherings. It makes me appreciate a warm house and curling up on the couch with a good book and a bowl of popcorn. I guess it isn’t all bad.