65. Yep. 65. It was 65 degrees yesterday afternoon when we finally got home from the kids' various lessons and storm-preparation grocery shopping. We had the sunroof open and windows down. We even went home and thoroughly aired out the house by opening every single window. It was spring, I tell you! It was awesome-- a mid-winter break from snow and frigid temps, a recess between classes. With camera in hand, we set out on a walk to witness the swirling clouds confirming the weather forecast prediction: a storm is coming. A BIG storm is coming. The deer were behaving in that way animals do when they sense these things. The wind was picking up and in between the distance between our house and the lake, the clouds had made their way over the mountains and across the foothills. It was amazing how fast it was coming and how quickly the wind was picking up and the temps dropping. To continue with the analogy, the bell had rung and it was time to head back to class. Our leisurely stroll on a spring-like afternoon turned into a mid-winter sprint to get back to the house before all feeling was lost in our extremities. I may not like shoveling the massive amounts of snow off our driveway, but one thing I do love about these storms is the buzz of excitement as we see them crossing the mountains and heading our way. Will we really get as much snow as they say? Will the kids get a snow day? It's like being 10 again. It's a wait and see scenario every time..... and I love it.
