There’s a reason they made Mother Nature a woman. The girl can truly give PMS a bad name.
It’s mid February and she dangles 50° weather in our faces like the proverbial carrot. And we follow. We shed winter coats for fall jackets. We don the skinny gloves. We admire the bit of green amongst the wintry dead grass. Even the spring flowers begin to poke their little heads through the top of the still frozen dirt in the hopes of this being the real deal.
And then, just like that, she rips that rug right out from underneath us. She rears back her ugly head and cackles like the Wicked Witch of the West. She hollers out “just kiddin'” and throws a curveball our way that looks like this:
And for a minute we complain. We moan and groan about how crappy the roads are. We bitch about the road crews who, like many of us, are overworked and under paid.
But then we take a moment to realize that Mother Nature took pity on us and handed us this sudden change in itinerary on a holiday. No children had to go to school. No adults had to go to work. Suddenly we saw some beauty in all that slippery mess.
Suddenly this storm that left us stranded at home was an opportunity to enjoy each others company. And enjoy it we did!
We turned off the TV and turned on Pandora. The boys played with their baby dolls, Legos and Bakugan. They spent time coloring, drawing and cutting. My honey and I cleaned the house (including the basement!). And in the middle of all this we took time to dance it out.
So, thank you Mother Nature. Thank you for giving us this:
A special thanks also to Jason Mraz, Bob Marley and Jack Johnson for providing the dancing inspiration. You’re welcome to come visit us anytime Mother Nature is in one of her moods!