Strange Winter, Stranger Spring

What a strange Winter we have had, and now, an even stranger Spring. Our Christmas weather was more suitable for Easter, while Easter weather would have made a fine Christmas.

Wood frogs and spring peppers that were in full regale a year ago March, are only now making themselves heard in mid-April.

In mid-January, the kids were playing outside without jackets, while this month’s 20-degree temperatures demanded they bundle up against sleet and snow.

We’re still drying out from last week’s winter-style Nor’easter that “blew up”, as they say here, the Eastern Seaboard. That’s yet just another euphemism that has to be explained to my very literal Asperger’s son. “No, honey, the weather-forecaster doesn’t mean the storm is dropping bombs….”.

Even though we’re located in the New Hampshire county that was reported to have been “hit” the hardest, it seemed a “non-event” to us. They’d predicted torrential rains, sleet, snow, and heavy, damaging winds last Monday night. I shooed everyone off to bed at 11 p.m., turning off the Weather Channel to which they had been affixed for several hours. Armed with flashlights and extra blankets, “just in case” there was a power outage, we snuggled in for a questionable night of sleep.

The next morning found Chase, a beloved 12-year-old cousin who was staying with us, and I staring out the window looking at a gentle mist exclaiming, “Wow! Looks like it missed us!” We later found out that while the we had slept soundly through the howling, screaming winds, my poor husband was wide-eyed most of the night, his mind filled with worrisome images of towering, twisting, snapping, toppling trees crushing our home.

Given the number of road closures scrolling across the bottom of the local TV station, we waited a few days until venturing out, to pick up eggs and milk from our favorite local farm. When it comes to navigating heavily forested, narrow, twisting New England roads winding in, out, up, and down its many hills, I’m less skilled than a Directionally Challenged rat in a maze.

A few blocks from the house, the damage was evident with tree limbs still lying across roads and some roads barricaded by water and mud. My usual you-can-get-there-from-here route, so familiar to me, did not exist. By the Lord’s grace and my dear husband’s generosity, our GPS navigational system came to the rescue.

Truth be told, in addition to being Directionally Challenged, I’m Technically Illiterate. What they don’t tell you on television and radio commercials is the latest and greatest TomTom, Garmin, and a multitude of other systems, work best in the hands of compassionate and capable 11-year-olds.

“It’s okay, Mommy. Just hand it to me…,” saved the day as she efficiently reprogrammed the GPS to find other routes.

Today’s blazing 87-degree temperature is causing both children to exclaim, “It’s too hot! I miss winter”.

I simply miss Spring.

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