I've always said I could never live in a part of the country that doesn't have four seasons like we experience here in the midwest. Even though a lot of people grumble about winter I don't mind it so much. I like wrapping up in blankets and playing in the snow with Truman and drinking hot chocolate. However, this year, for some reason I am officially SICK of winter. This is a new emotion for me since I have never uttered those words before. I am sick of winter. I'm tired of slipping and falling on icy sidewalks, tired of having a death grip on my car's steering wheel when it snows, tired of shoveling out the end of my driveway everytime a plow goes by. And strangely enough I find myself getting a little excited over the prospect of another major winter storm coming at the end of next week. I say that now. I'll let you know how I really feel about it if it actually happens. Meanwhile, I find myself daydreaming about the awesome garden I'm going to plant in May.
