I originally had a different column for you to read this week—one that you’ll see soon, but not today.
Because when you look outside your office window in late March and see more than four inches of snow on the ground, with more falling, well, you just need to comment on it.
Really? I mean, seriously? Sure, we finally get some snow—some good, wet, snowball-packing snow, in spring?
I love all four seasons. It’s one of the many reasons why I’ve chosen to live in Maryland. But after we missed having a “blizzard” a few weeks ago, I’ve been done with winter.
It was cold, we had some dustings, and now I was more than ready for spring.
I think everything has been ready for spring. Flowers have been coming up. The Orioles are going to begin their season next week. Trees are budding.
And then—BAM!—school closings, treacherous roads, and snow. Lots and lots of snow.
One good thing has come of this: I’m finally going to get some use out of the new snow boots that I bought for myself two years ago. They’ve remained in the box in the hall closet gathering dust for many winters now.
As for our dog, Riley, he’s having a blast. He’s never seen snow like this, and so far, all morning, he’s been running back and forth across the yard like he’s on fire.
The only problem is that since he’s never played in snow, he’s freaking out at the little balls of snow that are sticking to his fur. When I went to let him inside this morning, he was ripping at his front legs and shaking his head. Then I realized what was going on. After bringing him in and removing the snow balls, I put him right back out, and the running back and forth commenced again.
I haven’t made a snowman this year because of the aforementioned previous lack of the great white stuff. But now I still haven’t decorated out front for Easter. So I’m taking advantage of this rare pre-Easter week snow and making a Snow Bunny.
And, no, that doesn’t mean some chickee poo dressed in tight snow pants at a ski resort.
I’m making a Snow Easter Bunny. I may even make a bunch of eggs. Snow Eggs, but for Easter, you know?
The craziest thing about all of this is that both my husband and I have been upset because we couldn’t get to the yardwork. I was upset with myself because I hadn’t gotten around to calling my landscape designer friend about helping me figure out where to plant flowers. My husband hadn’t cleaned up the yard to get ready for the lawn mowers. And we hadn’t started working on the lawn, which desperately needs to be reseeded.
But for today, at least, it’s covered in snow. A beautiful white, think blanket of it. So we can’t do any yardwork yet.
In fact, I can’t even think about yardwork. Why? Because I’m back to thinking about Christmas and sledding and the snowball fights of my youth.
Perhaps there is a good reason to have an Easter-week snow after all…
Michele Wojciechowski, when she’s playing in the snow with her dog instead of working, writes “Wojo’s World”® from Baltimore.