I named this post after the candle I have burning on my desk at work. It’s a delicious creamy coffee smell.
If I’m honest, I prefer the smell of coffee over the taste. Tea is more my thing.
As I write, our current real temperature is -6 Fahrenheit. Wind chill sits near -20F. This past weekend, we added another 4 inches of snow to the 7 inches we accumulated from the previous storm.
I’m thankful for the shop guys plowing and piling thru the 4ft frozen drift that blocked my east driveway this morning. The kids were also excited about the prospect of playing on this later in the week when we get a tad bit warmer. Still frozen… but in double positive digits.
My father-in-law refilled the bird feeder and threw out milo for the yard rabbits this morning. They’ve taken to chewing the bark off our lilacs. We’ve had snow cover for weeks and the wild creatures are getting hungry.
Basically, winter is still in full-swing. I speak for all us winter-loving people: “we are ready for spring!”
If you follow my blog, you’ll have gathered previously that I live in a “fly-over” state. Miles of cropland, small towns, and tall concrete grain elevators dot the landscape. Rolling gradual hills and small creeks, gravel and dirt roads, and limestone fences posts are the view.
We are on a rollercoaster this spring. Depths of winter to the heights of spring, then back down to winter, then back up to spring.
Today, I have the office door open. It’s beautiful and sunny out. Our high is forecasted as 89 degrees F. I can hear birds. The air smells fresh. Our Bradford pear tree is trying to bloom.
When winter comes in again tomorrow night, it will feel like a villain with icy teeth and a cackling windy laugh. It will shrivel the spring plants that have just emerged. Children and parents at the soccer fields Saturday morning will hide in their cars between games. Teeth chattering, they’ll brave the cold to cheer and play. We’ll do the same on Sunday afternoon for our baseball scrimmage.
This is our week’s forecast April 12-18.
Without the lows, I wouldn’t appreciate the highs. Right?
I’ll just keep telling myself that.
Summer will come eventually and sweltering heat will settle on us. We’ll all be wishing for the crispness of cooler weather.
And so keep riding the rollercoaster of seasons in the Midwest.