Every year the month of March appears like it is on some kind of schedule or something, and then everyone starts talking about spring. Talking about spring is an exciting business. Hopeful visions of days spent outdoors with actual sunshine and maybe even doing a little bit gardening. Or kite flying. Picnicking. That sort of thing.
Which is why I am always somewhat surprised when March unpacks her suitcase and it turns out to be full of snow. Every time. These end of season snow days are a regular occurance, and I should probably see them coming, but somehow, I never do.
So, instead of making the rounds at the previously scheduled school science fair today, we find ourselves at home. Some of us still in pajamas at midday. Playing a few hands of cards in an attempt to keep the big kid quiet while the little kid naps.
Which really, is just fine. When April rolls around and there is still ice in the driveway, or when we get our traditional Mother's Day dusting of snow? Then I may well lodge a formal complaint. But not today.
Well, unless I have to be the one to shovel it, anyway.