I think I spoke too soon about the gorgeous spring-like weather we were experiencing here in the northeast last week. On Tuesday, dear old Mother Nature had a change of heart and we were blasted with over 18″ of snow. Of course, the news broadcasters were happy to give us plenty of advance warning so I had time to run to the local grocery store for all the necessary snow supplies (you know, bagels, mini peanut butter cups, ice cream) along with hoards of other locals.
It started around 2 a.m, kept up until 6 p.m. and I enjoyed every minute of it! I declared it an official snow day which means no cleaning, no laundry and cooking is optional. I hung out under a quilt with lots of coffee, a good book, a crochet project and the latest edition of Victoria magazine. It was full of all things floral and transported me to a world of bright colored blossoms, a charming cabin in the Smokey mountains, April Cornell’s beautiful studio in Burlington, Vermont and a fabulous house tour in New Orleans. The flowery beauty made me forget, for just a moment, that there was a blizzard going on right outside my window.
As much as I enjoyed my official snow day, and I really believe in living in the moment, I will admit to being just a tiny bit excited at the prospect of spring – seeing the melting snow give way to buds on the trees and bushes, bulbs shooting up out of the ground and turning into beautiful daffodils, tulips and hyacinth and feeling a warm breeze on my face as I sit outdoors with a good book. Soon, I tell myself, soon.