I'm dealing with a forecast showing 20+ inches of snow in the forecast. Count them, it's almost 2 feet. It's Monday evening as I write this, and man... it's fun to get a snow day from work (we were sent home at 3 today), but shouldn't we be doing this stuff in February???
I have to say though, that on this 22nd anniversary of me being a Colorado resident, I am remembering that this is the same weather that greeted us all of those years ago. My brother's birthday is April 30, and one of my first really vivid CO memories is of snow on his 3rd birthday, and my mom taking us out to make snow angels. We had never done that before, seeing as how we'd moved from Central CA, where a "cold" day might have been 45 degrees or so.
Or how about how my mom and I got back from IN in May of 2007 after my college graduation, and it snowed 2 days later? Or snow at 10,000 ft on the 4th of July (more than once)???
I guess I'm trying to talk myself into remembering that this is normal and natural. That it's totally fine to have snow when everyone else is seeing flowers, because we generally have great weather up until Early November. And then I look outside, and the grumbling starts all over again. I long for the mornings where I won't have to scrape ice/snow off my car, and for the days when we will need neither the heat, nor the A/C. I long to see delicate blooms pop up in cheery spring colors. I long to drive past the college campus and see the sorority girls studying in their bikinis, just like I did. Those are the signs of spring that I long for.
In the meantime, cross your fingers for me that I'm in the middle of another snow day. Nobody wants to be driving in that mess.