False advertising is what I'm doing by inserting the above picture in this post.
No, dear readers, the picture does NOT represent what our weather conditions are this morning, but rather it's an old picture I pulled from the files.
The forecast yesterday was for snow to start around 1 a.m. this morning with a couple of inches accumulation by dawn and then heavier snow starting around 7 a.m. We woke to no snow (surprise, surprise!), but some flakes have been falling since 8 a.m. It's light and our temperature reads 31.9 degrees so how long before the flakes become liquid drops of rain?
Rather than radiating all kinds of ugly angst and emitting my perpetual grumping and groaning about our nearly snowless winter, I've decided to just give up on winter this year and start looking forward to bare ground, warm weather and the coming spring season.
I'm beginning to think we made a mistake all those years ago in moving north so we could experience lovely winters full of snow and all the recreational activities (and snuggling inside in front of a fire!) that affords. (Our old home stomping grounds in Illinois have gotten more snow this winter than we have. How depressing!)
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One more area of "false advertising" I have to talk about . . . and this is strictly my own fault (no weatherman to blame) . . . is that I said I would post a picture of the potholders I made to send to K. Well, I whipped up a set of Easter themed ones for her (which means I'll have to get some spring/summer ones to her p.d.q. or she'll be using the chickies and colored egg potholders come Fourth of July). Then, dang, I had them completely packaged before I remembered I hadn't taken a picture of them. Poop.
Hubby and I have both been having one heckuva time lately remembering what we want to remember. (Pass the Ginkgo Biloba, please.) I've been teasing our daughter saying she'd better get ready to take care of us in our dotage. Her reply is to roll her eyes and exit the premises quickly while muttering, "Uh-uh. No way. Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be able to handle you two." Times like this I'll bet she's thinking there aren't so many advantages to being an only child. (Hee-hee.)