I remember it very clearly. It was a long, cold, miserable winter, we had this year. Endless, in fact. It started early and ended late. Lots and lots of snow. More than I’ve ever seen, in the almost thirty years I’ve lived here.
And it was damp. Went right through you. Chilled you to the bone, no matter how many layers of warm clothing you had on. I shivered day after day, week after week, month after month. If I didn’t absolutely, positively have to go out, I did not. I hibernated. Like a bear, in a cave.
It was a misery, all right. And I remember the promise I made to myself, when we were really in the thick of it. When it seemed like there’d be no end to it. When it was still snowing and blowing and freezing in March. When it was supposed to be spring. When I couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering.
“If summer ever comes, no matter how hot it gets, I will NOT complain. I will NOT moan. I will NOT groan. Continue reading