I'm Not Ready!

“OMG!  Noooooo!  I’m not ready yet,” was the supplication which spilled forth from my lips upon rising this morning.  Overnight, I had heard the howling wind and I drew the curtains to block out the swirling snow, but I really didn’t think there would be any amount of accumulation yet.  Wrong!  Several centimetres of the white stuff now cover everything in sight and the poor potted plants on my deck have been strangled by the icy grip of old Jack Frost himself. 

I don’t know why I continue to be astonished each year by the early arrival of winter.  After all, I’ve lived in the north for over a quarter of a century, so you’d think by now I’d be used to significant snowfall while the leaves are still tumbling from the trees.  I must be suffering from some sort of subconscious delusional malady which hoodwinks me into believing that there really are four seasons in a year.  And that may be true in some areas of the world, but certainly not where I live.  After the initial shock of this morning, I’ve come to accept the inevitable:  Old Man Winter is here to stay for the next six or seven months.

Still in partial denial, I took my little Beagle out for a walk this afternoon.  She is definitely her mommy’s baby because her little paws were quite reluctant to be immersed in that cold wet stuff covering the ground.  Who could blame her?  I, at least, was wearing warm boots and mittens. 

Well, I won’t be texting lol to anyone about this today; however, col might be appropriate.  Cry out loud!