BY: RACHEL SMITH
Is anyone else as confused by this crazy weather as I am? No? Just me? Well… super. My last blog post was about how Winter was officially here... and then it got warm again! Seriously, I looked out my window the other day and it felt like spring. SPRING! In December!!!
It’s craziness. And it’s really messing with my Christmas mojo. I just can’t seem to reach that level of super-crazy excitement that abounds this time of year.
And I blame the weather.
Remember that blog post about the Indian Summer? You know… the one where “technically” we couldn’t call it that because it wasn’t warm after a frost, but just unseasonably warm in the fall? It appears to be lingering into our winter months as well. Maybe Global Warming is really happening. Maybe it’s a fluke. Maybe it’s just the fluctuation of temps from year to year and I should get over it.
Most of you are probably agreeing with that last one….
So I’m sitting at my desk, my mind wandering off into the abyss of nothingness as it often does, and I thought… maybe there’s a thing called Indian Winter? I mean… it makes sense. It’s supposed to be cool/cold and its unseasonable warm.
Turns out – there IS such a thing as an Indian Winter. However, it means to have unseasonable cold temperatures during the spring. The exact opposite meaning of Indian Summer.
See? You learn something new every day on this blog!
I was born and raised in Iowa, so I’m partial to the four seasons. As much as I dream of escaping to warmer climes during the long, winter months, I do appreciate the change. About the time I’m sick of the heat and humidity of summer… BAM! Welcome, autumn.
And I typically enjoy the first little portion of winter. My favorite is the clean blanket of beauty created by that first snowfall. The wonder and excitement shining in my children’s eyes as they bundle up and head outside to play.
But then, ya know, that perfect, white splendor becomes a little brown. The snow piles higher and higher until we feel locked in, unable to escape winter’s fury as it howls and blows into drifts outside.
So I suppose the moral of this story is that I should be thankful for my seasonal confusion. It may look like fall and feel like spring, but Old Man Winter isn’t far away. Oh no… he’s lingering just behind those dingy, gray clouds up there in the sky, poised and ready to strike us with an epic snowstorm.