It’s snowing again. In March.
The thing is, when I got back to the lower 48 after my two-year stint in Alaska, I got into the habit of assuming that Spring came in… March. This is because in WA State, where I’m originally from, the Spring bulbs spring in… March.
But here in Chicago, Spring does not start until April.
In Alaska, Spring happened in May. By April, I was clawing at the windows waiting for Spring and wondering what the hell all the snow was still doing on the ground, even knowing that yes, indeed, Spring in Fairbanks (AKA: Meltdown) actually happened in May.
I’m always ready for Spring about a month before it’s ready for me, no matter where I am.*
* Durban didn’t have seasons. It was hot, very hot, or hot and raining.
