After the snow, I had thought that Spring had come. There have been snowdrops out for a while, there are crocuses, I have even seen a few daffodils.*
Which is why I was a little miffed when I stepped out of the house this morning into the bracing, spring-like . . . . . . sleet.
Yes. I think sleet is possibly the least fun weather there is. It has all of the cold, unpleasant aspects of snow, with none of the compensations, such as making things look pretty, or being useful for building things.
And rain is just as useful as sleet, if you happen to want puddles, or anything like that.
I was more upset when I discovered, on my way to work, that some people had had snow. Only a little, but enough to make things look pretty.
Just for the record, I am now officially tired of it being winter.
I wonder whether I should make a small sacrifice to Eostre.
Which is why I was a little miffed when I stepped out of the house this morning into the bracing, spring-like . . . . . . sleet.
Yes. I think sleet is possibly the least fun weather there is. It has all of the cold, unpleasant aspects of snow, with none of the compensations, such as making things look pretty, or being useful for building things.
And rain is just as useful as sleet, if you happen to want puddles, or anything like that.
I was more upset when I discovered, on my way to work, that some people had had snow. Only a little, but enough to make things look pretty.
Just for the record, I am now officially tired of it being winter.
I wonder whether I should make a small sacrifice to Eostre.
*None of them actually in my garden. My garden is currently deficient in the snowdrops, crocus and daffodil lines.
