It's strange. I lived the entire first 18 years of my life in Colorado, spent 18 winters there with no problem. I spent 4 years in South Carolina, where the winter was a little less harsh, but still wintry. And then I moved to Peru where the weather really never got below 55 in the winter.
I only spent 3 winters there, but somehow, that made my first true full winter back in the states a bit difficult. I forgot what it was like to have the sun go down BEFORE 5pm. And what it was like to scrape the ice off my windshield, and what it was like to be so pale!
Being a native Coloradan, I am a bit ashamed to admit that this winter hit me hard...especially because by Colorado standards, this was one of the mildest winters we've seen. However, it did. I'll admit it. I was a wuss this year. And now, I am so very thankful for the spring.
The days are getting longer. The weather is getting warmer. I heard birds outside the window last week, and I saw the first little purple crocus coming up in our front yard.
One thing that I've always liked about Colorado is how very different and unique the 4 seasons are. Winter is very clearly winter with the snow and freezing temperatures, but then spring comes, and later in the summer, we get up to near 100 degrees often. Fall is beautiful in Colorado and unlike any other.
I think one of the reasons I appreciate this so much is the fact that I am not static person. I thrive on new experiences, and get so eager for the next change that is coming my way. So I welcome spring with open arms, and shorter sleeves.
See you later Winter...don't come back soon!
