Fickle Flurries

As a high school student, I couldn't wait to go to college. The college I chose as a freshman in high school was Pillsbury Baptist Bible College in Owatonna, Minnesota. I knew that Minnesota was farther north than my hometown of Oak Lawn, Illinois. I understood that north meant colder. I understood that north meant snow. NO ONE told me that the true name of the wilderness I wanted to call home for four years was MinneSNOWta. No one mentioned the idea that my move to Minnesnowta for college could very well be a permanent move, that I would, forever, be subjected to the fickle flurries of Mother Nature's fury. The calendar says that spring is just four days away - the look out the window doesn't agree. Jelly Bean, our Chihuahua/Yorkie mix loves the snow but I am sure even she wouldn't mind having it go away.

Sunday night the snow started and it snowed and it snowed. Of course, that was a true answer to this selfish mom's prayer. It meant Philip, Holly and Noelle couldn't embark on their journey to their new life without Grandma for an extra day. I did so enjoy that extra day! It was just the comfort cushion I needed.

They left, however, on Tuesday morning so the snow was no longer needed. It could go away. It was doing just that. Things were looking messy and melty all day Tuesday. Wednesday brought glimpses of the surface of the driveway. Progress towards compliance with the calendar was going along nicely. On the way to church, however, there were little white flecks in the air. By the time we got to church the flecks had turned into those intense fickle flurries of Mother Nature's fury. The drive home was slow but steady. My poor little bug couldn't even get up the driveway when I got home. Hopefully, it will be Mother Nature's last fluffy hurrah of the season. The five inches of white stuff that is ever so pretty in December has a totally different interpretation in March!

Well, it's St. Patrick's Day. The sun is shining - could spring be far behind?