As I walked past the front window to go to bed last night, I did a double take and screamed for Kenny to come and see the snow.
Yes, you read that right. SNOW. Snow, in early October. Enough snow that it had covered the rooftops, grass, cars and flowers. (sob!)
We went to church this morning in a snowstorm, and by noon, the skies had cleared and the snow had melted. Well, most of the snow. There is still quite a bit up in the trees, and my kids are laughing hysterically at the big plop! plop! plop! the heavy, wet snow makes as it gets blown off the branches.
Snow in October reminds me of when I used to work at JC Penney, and they hung the Christmas decorations in mid-July. We were listening to Christmas carols in September, and by Halloween, we could name every song– in order!– on the background-music playlist.
It was ridiculous.
Let’s do one season at a time, eh Mother Nature? NO MORE SNOW until Halloween has safely passed. In fact, snow isn’t necessary until December. One shouldn’t have to go from 90-degree temperatures to 30-degree temperatures in a two-week period. It’s not natural.
I’m going to go curl up in my down comforter, in front of the heater, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Let me know when it’s fall again, okay?