Nothing so sure as change.

I'm getting tired of taking snow photos. Bring on spring and summer!

There’s nothing as sure as change. My 93 year old mother has said those words for years. I have to admit she’s right, totally right, and with a chuckle I will acknowledge like a teenager how hard it is to give your mom credit for being so wise.

Living in Western New York drives home the idea of change. One day it is 50 degrees giving hope to spring blooms everywhere. The geese return. Earth smells fill the air with anticipation. I have thoughts of getting into the garden again. But alas, the next day it is snowing, 28 degrees and promising 4-10 degree temperatures in the extended forecast. We are right back into winter.

For the last four days temperatures slowly rose. Mud was oozing out from under our feet as we walked across thawing country parking lots. Blue sky and sunshine peeked through the clouds. I thought surely change was here. Maybe we would see 40 degrees. Sunshine could fill us with Vitamin C and D, even put a lilt in our step.

I woke this morning to snow on the trees. While the sight was almost magical on my drive to work over rolling foggy hills, I was aware of a gnawing wish that the snow would quite simply go away.

I wanted to shout, “C’mon! It’s time to move on! It’s time for warmth and green, rainbows and flowers.” Right about now I need to give mom a call, tap into her optimism. I’m sure she will remind me to keep the lid on until April because after all, there’s nothing as sure as change...and April is tomorrow.

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