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.