It's February in Wisconsin. It's only the second month in the year, but it's about the 5th month of winter. It's been cold, below zero in fact, and it's been dark. It seems to be there comes a point during February every year where I just run out of patience with winter. I've come to the conclusion that I've reached that point.
My dad and I hit the trails this past weekend on the snowmobiles. It was a really nice ride. The trails were well snow covered in most places, and we drove over very little dirt. We knew if we wanted to get another ride in this year, yesterday was our last chance. As we were coming back to where we trailered the sleds, it started to snow. I'm not talking about a few flakes here, either. This was huge cotton candy like snowflakes. As we were driving along, I caught myself thinking, "Isn't this pretty? It's like we're in a snow globe!" And then I realized that winter isn't over, and I'm ready to be done with it.
February is technically the shortest month of the year. It's only got twenty-eight days. I'm quite certain that it feels like the longest month though. It's supposed to be warm this week with temperatures in the forties. I need to make sure to remind myself not to get too attached though, we've probably still got another snow storm to look forward to.
Boo.
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