May I Have This Dance?

The in-between struggle is here.  Not quite

spring and still winter.  Throw in a very-hot-

day of 75 °F and then you are let down once more.

Mother Nature has a bag full of tricks.

Look up the weather forecast to see what

clothes to wear; otherwise, a rude awakening

awaits.  At our end of the pond, it is best

to layer clothing.  Wind chills abound in

these parts.  When I was still teaching, I

was frequently asked what I thought

the weather might be.  As soon as the

snows began, students would ask if we

were going home early.  I had to remind

them that in some parts of the world,

there was no such thing as a snow day.

I still recall speaking with one of my

sisters who lived in Alaska for a few

years.  She bemoaned the fact that her

children had to go to school when she

thought it should have been a snow day.

Why?  Well, it was a -44 °F and schools

were not closed until the temperature

was -45 °F.  The Alaskans plugged car

and truck batteries in overnight.  Imagine!

Going outside to the mailbox, I perused

our gardens.  Bulbs are pushing up already.

I hope they are hardy because

we are slated for a major snow event.

Don your dance shoes and join us

for the snowflake dance.  Music for

the event performed by our fine

feathered friends.  See you there!

Note:  Robin photo courtesy of RJN.