And I don't care who knows it.
Is it because I'm alone so much? Alone with the voices in my head? LOL...I don't have voices in my head!
No I don't.
NO....I DON'T! Now be quiet and let me finish.
(a little editorial humor, there...I don't really hear voices...really)
Is it because winter is barely hanging on, but just won't give up her hold? She is SUCH a tease. Warm and muggy one day then cold and blustery the next.
Right when I decide to plan my garden around torrential rains, we have chances of wintery mix. (Now...is it "wintery" or "wintry?" I KNOW that winter is the root word here, but this Texas Gal REALLY wants to say, "wintry.")
Anyway, I still have to wait to till my humble garden plot so I don't glaze the soil (thanks to the few inches of rain we got the other day). Meanwhile, I have dear friends up north who haven't even managed to plow out from under their FEET of snow to even consider gardening. What an insult when I write, bragging of our trees ready to leaf out, the robins pecking around for the succulent worms that have made their way to the topsoil in order to warm their slimy little tubular bodies. (OK...that is gross...sorry.) Anyway, bragging that we are already having our springtime thunderstorms show up weekly in the forecast. Won't be long before we hear tornado sirens and feel the heaviness in the morning air.
The "wintry" doldrums that I find myself in...well, blech. That's all I can say. I have often said that I want to live up north where I can experience 4 seasons, instead of 1 1/2, that I would like to see fall color, or experience a blizzard. But really...would I? My "snowbird" chums make celebratory statements when they finally get to go outside and play because the windchill is finally above zero. WHAT????? OK...I take it all back. I will live vicariously through you. I will look at your pictures. I will make chili in your honor. I will even throw another log on the fire for when we get REALLY cold....I mean, honestly, who can be expected to survive when the weather stays in the 30s for more than a few days at a time. WHEW! I can't imagine.
Back to my funk. I love cold weather...especially when it is 112 outside. But when it is just a bit too mucky or cool to go sans shoes....to get eaten alive by "skeeters"...to sit on the driveway while the kids skate, bike, draw, play basketball...whatever, until 9:00 in the evening, to expect the ice cream truck to come by just before dinner...well, I'm ready for summer.