“Winter is a ball hog. It’s time to warm the bench and let Spring play a bit.”
I make this same error every year: sometime around mid-February we get a week of warmer temperatures and sun instead of thick, low-hanging clouds, and I will invariably mistake this for the early signs of Spring.
I’ll start gleefully stripping my closet of turtlenecks, sweaters, and wool trousers and putting them in plastic tubs for storage. I’ll shun hot chocolate and tea and valiantly start drinking lemonade. I’ll start sporting brightly colored shirts and colorful accessories. I’ll shave my legs with more enthusiasm than I’ve done in months!
However, immediately after one (foolishly) locks the last of one’s winter gear away, the snow clouds roll back in and one has to snag a cardi from home on one’s lunch break because the temperature has dropped. It’s been snowy and gray all day and I’m in a strop. See here and here for last year’s thoughts on the subject.
Admittedly, it’s been an irregular winter to begin with. Here I’ve sat (mostly) high and dry in the Rocky Mountains while two nasty snowstorms have walloped the East coast. Where’s the logic?