I woke up this morning to a bit of the white stuff on The Jeep. It’s on the roads, too. A late winter storm it is and I’m not going to make too much out of it. I’m going to work from home. My first batch of tomato seedlings, having all germinated, are oblivious to the winter weather shenanigans.
So am I.
Every time we have a “late winter storm” I think back to an April Fools Storm we had when I was in junior high school. My brother was supposed to have baseball practice, but it was cancelled. That’s all I can remember about it. No one freaked out; we just loaded our books into our duffel bags and walked home. It didn’t freak the baseball team out, either. They ended up having a winning season.
Don’t freak out today.
Time spent worrying about the weather robs people of moxie and as my mother likes to remind me, “time marches on.”
Just like that, “Seniors 80” takes on a whole new meaning and what value did worrying about snow and wind add to the picture?
Live the New England Snow Coma!