Enough Of Winter

I've had it with winter! Normally I wouldn't say that; I usually enjoy winter. I like the early nights, the crisp temperatures, the winter skies and the special cozy feeling of coming into a warm kitchen on a cold night. And truthfully, I'd rather shiver than sweat.

I like winter sports and festivals. I like wearing sweaters and long underwear. I even like shoveling snow. This winter I went to the Plymouth Ice Festival, I watched the Winter Olympics, I took Elliott and Van winter camping and I visited ice fishermen on a frozen lake.

Now, the way I see it, there are twelve months in a year and there are four seasons.* By rights a season shouldn't last longer than three months, right? By the time Michigan was entering its fourth month of winter and I was snow shoveling, sometimes up to five times a day, I decided winter was no longer fun.

When I phoned my son, Dan, in NYC and realized I was chortling gleefully, on the edge of maniacally, because his storm had dumped more snow than mine, I realized it was time for me to head south. If spring won't come to Michigan, I'll search it out and drag it home myself.

*Michigan's four seasons are Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Road Construction Season.