It's Still Winter. . .

When Brad I got married 25 years ago, he promised that we would never live anywhere that I had to wear a hat. I just don't have the hair or head for a hat. Part of our honeymoon was actually visiting schools that Brad was interested in doing graduate work (how romantic!). As we drove into Ithaca, New York, for his interview at Cornell in the middle of March, the snow began to fall. We had visited Duke University earlier in February, and the cherry blossoms were in bloom. Ithaca? Durham? Of course, the choice was easy, and we spent the next 16 years in North Carolina.

But the promise was broken nine and half years ago, when we moved to Michigan.

This winter we haven't seen the grass since Christmas, with record-breaking snows and freezing days and nights. After a couple of days last week of temperatures almost 60 degrees, the five-foot snow piles at the end of driveway finally melted away. Even though we expected a little snow last night, I was shocked to see the ground completely snow-covered again! I know it's only the second week of February. I really shouldn't have been shocked. But I was hopeful. Oh well, the hood on my coat is back up (I still can't wear a hat).