With all the ups and downs we’ve had with the temperatures lately, the poor squirrels around here don’t know whether they should be hibernating or not. This little guy paid us a visit, and all he wanted was a drink from the birdbath. It took a little bit of effort to chew through the ice on the surface, but finally his persistence paid off.
You know what I hate about this time of year? You look out the window and see beautiful blue skies and the sun shining brightly, and then you step out your door and feel your skin immediately turn to ice and begin to crack. And the only intelligible thought your mind is able to piece together is…
Holy shit it’s COLD!!!
And then you spend the next several hours trying to restore circulation to your extremities and praying that you didn’t get hypothermia walking out to start your car.
At least when there’s snow on the ground, you’re sort of prepared. Even if the sun is shining brightly, if you look out your window and see the ground covered with snow, your brain and body are able to brace themselves for the impact of that first icy blast of air when you step out the door.
The first (and only) snowstorm of the winter dropped at least 8 inches of snow on top of a layer of ice just before Christmas, but at this point, most of it has melted away. The freezing temperatures seem to have settled back in though, and there is perhaps no clearer sign that winter is indeed upon us than this…
Yes, that’s Electra stretched out in a patch of sunlight on the sunporch. And yes, she is wearing a fleece jacket. We caved. We couldn’t help it, and we broke Steven’s #1 Dog-Owning Rule in the process.
But, when your dog is a wuss and refuses to go outside to potty when the temperature dips below freezing, you’re forced to either suck it up and buy her a jacket or try to train her to use the toilet. And considering that we own one of the laziest dogs on the planet, we figured it would be much easier to just buy her the jacket.
Plus, Steven and I were both getting a little sick of Electra hopping up on our bed and trying to burrow under us for warmth while we slept. I mean, we love our dog, and we’re not even opposed to snuggling with her, but when she’s pushing you out of bed because she wants to commandeer the spot you’ve got all warmed up under the covers, something’s got to give.
So, even though the temperature outside is still downright frigid and we’ve still got more winter ahead of us, everyone’s happy. For now.
Yep folks, it’s a shameless plug. I spent today working on a post for my StoriTyme Photos blog. Nothing crazy, just an update of all the behind-the-scenes work that has been going on with the business during the slow winter season. So head on over and leave some love, will ya? 🙂
Even if the winter has been exceptionally mild, dropping just one heavy snowfall and a couple of week of consecutively frigid temperatures, the coming of spring always seems to make you feel a little better. The days get a little longer. The sun shines a little brighter. And the world around you seems to come a little more into focus when bright new life begins to push its way through the dead brown blanket of winter.
We caught our first glimpse last week, when temperatures climbed to 70 on Tuesday. And even if old Mother Nature decides to throw us a curveball in the shape of a freak late season snowstorm, I think it’s safe to say that spring has officially sprung.
I don’t know about you, but I am sure ready. And with a big yard full of mystery plants and flowers (because, let’s face it, to a black thumb gardener like me, they are all a mystery), I’m excited to see what our new home will look like once everything begins to bloom. Here are the first of the season. And believe me, there are many more to come…
I’ve always had a hard time choosing my favorite season. I love to watch a good snowfall in the Winter, but that fluffy stuff has a way of piling up and melting into dirty slush and freezing into a solid mass on the roads and my car windows. At that point, I just get annoyed. Plus, I’ve always been a pretty cold-blooded person (insert lame joke here). Once I get cold, I have a hard time getting warm again. My husband makes fun of me bundling up in wool socks and layers of flannel pajama pants and sweatshirts before I get in bed at night, but there are very few things in this world that I hate more than cold bedsheets.
I’ve always loved the beauty of the Spring. I love watching the world wake up after the long winter’s slumber. Birds sing. Flowers bloom. The days grow longer and the world is green and vibrant again. It’s just about the time that the prettiest flowers start blossoming that my sinuses revolt and close up tighter than a Venus Flytrap. There’s nothing sexier than a girl whose face is perpetually damp from the steady flow of liquid draining from both eyes and nostrils. Add a layer of redness to the nose, a couple of bloodshot eyes and a whole lot of phlegm and I start looking like one of the animated corpses from the new A&E show The Walking Dead. Luckily, there are some damn good allergy medications available over the counter these days, because if I actually had to go see a doctor to get a prescription for the stuff, I would just lock myself in a small room with a two-month supply of food and an air purifier and hibernate.
Of course Summer is always a great season, or at least it was when I was younger. School was out. The pool was open. The days were long and endless. Summer meant vacations and barbecues and sunbathing in the backyard with a good book or a pen and paper trying to write my own. These days, summer has lost a bit of its lustre. Now that I am no longer a student, summer no longer heralds a welcome break from that little thing called responsibility. Plus, these days I no longer have the body (nor the naive youthful self-confidence) to run around in a pair of shorts and a bikini top which is really the only attire that keeps you from sweating to death in the humid summer heat.
When it comes right down to it, Fall is, hands down, my favorite season. I mean really, what’s not to like? The humidity and oppressive heat of the summer is gone, but it’s not yet cold enough to refuse to leave the house without first putting on every last article of clothing you own. The deceptively beautiful allergy-inducing fauna that ravaged my sinuses months earlier have shed their vibrant Spring attire and slipped into their bold-colored evening wear, trading the pale pastels and bright neon colors for the much deeper earth and jewel tones that I have always found much more beautiful. Fall means going back to school with a renewed lust for learning (or at least that’s how it always was for me because, in the end, I’m a bit of a nerd). Fall means football and tailgating and big batches of thick, hearty stews. Fall means savoring that steaming cup of coffee or cocoa and throwing on a sweater to cut the chill in the air. Fall means celebrating two of the best holidays of the year–Thanksgiving with the family all the homecooked food, and Halloween with the scary movies and the costumes and all the candy. Who doesn’t like Halloween candy?
I spent the final week of my summer this year visiting my family in Arizona and shooting my sister Kassie’s engagement photos. It has been one of the longest, hottest summers on record there, and Cadence and I caught the tail end of it during our trip. With temperatures still in the 100’s during the day and only cooling off to the 90’s overnight, I pretty much spent the entire 10 day trip covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Funny how Steven and I left Arizona less than a year ago, but I’d already forgotten about that summer heat! The natives always say, “But, it’s a dry heat” as if the lack of humidity actually matters when the temperatures climb into the 120’s. Dry or not, hot is hot. If you can mix up a pan of brownies, leave it in your car in the morning, check back at noon and find that they have cooked through, then it’s too damn hot. End of story.
Arriving back in Nebraska, Cadence and I were greeted by temperatures in the 60’s and 70’s. Our windows are open. Our air conditioner has officially been retired for the season. And yesterday I even spent the day wearing one of my favorite Truman High School baseball hoodies around the house. And just in case we we needed an official sign that Fall has arrived here in Nebraska, our friends over at Mars, Inc. sent out an official notice with some delicious Fall-colored candy.
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to all the things we love (and hate) about the seasons. Which is your favorite?