I went to walk the dog last night and a very nasty word passed my lips when I turned on my outside light. Seriously, snow AGAIN???? I thought we were beyond it but obviously Mother Nature is enjoying torturing me. Out came the boots, scarf, gloves and hat this morning. The car, covered in its blanket of white needed scraping and the roads were a delight, if you like driving as a sport rather than a necessity.
We know that the coming of Spring is really a joke on the Cape. I see photos of what it is supposed to look like. I remember growing up in NJ and we did have that green season, but the reality is that we could just go from winter to summer here on the Cape. It feels like that at any rate. And yet, gleeful shouts greet me as I arrive at Latham this morning. Kids being kids, look at the white stuff so differently. The students with complex special needs we support at Latham School are no different than their public school counterparts. They want a Snow Day! I remind myself to pause, take a deep breath, live in the moment and look around. It is pretty, it does look like a painting, it ….is leaking into my UGGS.
"Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men."