I am getting wimpy.
At first I thought it was old age - I did turn 40 this year, you know.
But, I think I have decided it's not the age, it's the location.
Having grown up in Naperville Illinois, about 32 miles south west of Chicago, we had some cold, wet winters. The wind would not only blow, it would whip. The snow would not only fall, it would keep on falling. And, once you had snow "up North" it stayed until spring.
I've lived in Missouri for almost nine years. Seem strange to type that - the time has gone by so very fast. The first year I was here, people would tell me not to worry about the weather - it was constantly changing. It didn't take me long to figure out: they were right! The weather here in South Central Missouri can change in a matter of minutes.
One of the first years we were here, it was 72* on Christmas Day. We washed the car outside and the neighbor was riding her horse in our pasture. That same year Ray golfed more in January than he had the June before!
Earlier this week, the temperature was in the 60's. The leaves are almost all gone, but for the most part, the grass is still green.
So you can imagine I was a little miffed when Grandma called about twenty mintues ago: Tell the kids to look out the window, snowflakes are falling!
What!
Snowflakes!
Granted they are not sticking to the ground, but they were falling none the less. Just the word itself sent a shiver over me and made my toes cold!
They have stopped now. I can hear the cars outside on the wet pavement. We have a very light drizzle.
My husband had to remind me, Deb, it is almost December 1st.
Okay. So. Your point is?
I love my four seasons and that is what I have here in Missouri. But, I have to admit, I am getting a little wimpy when it comes to Season No. 4: winter. Or maybe wimpy isn't the right word. Maybe just spoiled!
Snow was never a thought at last weeks Lebanon MO Christmas Parade.
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