It's Springtime on the Prairies. What that means, is that buds won't appear on our trees until at least the first week of May. I have to admit that photos of green grass and flowers elsewhere has me a little envious. (Just today someone was posting up photos of wearing shorts and a tank top in the US!). I can't much complain though, our winter here has been very mild, and we've seen mid teen temperatures this past week. But this, this afternoon, I'm afraid I may be a tad responsible for.
Snow started falling around 4 pm this afternoon, and a mild Spring blizzard is happening outside as I type. And I think perhaps, I contributed to setting it all in motion.
It could be that this morning, I felt safe in putting away our snow boots. Then I had my Mom out shopping for me to buy Aidan some new runners. Because really, who needs snowboots in April?
(I'm seriously loving these little shoes. And the way when he puts them on, he insists on jumping).
If putting away winter boots wasn't enough, I've been knitting a pair of gloves (yes, I realize the contradiction that I'm putting stuff away while creating more.)
(It's incredibly hard to photograph your dominant hand).
Last but not least, I put Aidan in a shirt today that said "Mom's Little Snowman".
My apologies. It feels a bit like the superstition of when you step on a spider it rains. I think my desire for an early Spring may have brought about the snowfall. Tomorrow, we are staying inside madly cleaning to prepare for hosting Easter dinner. But perhaps I'll dress us all in spring apparel - shorts & skirts with sandals on. That should set this all back to warmer temps. Right?