Mother Nature has been toying with us. The weekend was sunny and warm, a taste of spring just a few weeks after the Land of Cotton had been transformed into a frigid wasteland.. Temperatures soared on Saturday, helping melt away the winter blahs that had settled across the region. Bone chilling temps, ice, snow and freezing rain were, for the moment, fading memories.
Out and about with the lovely Miss Wendy, enjoying the afternoon sun that sparkled happily along the Chattahoochee, we were joined by an eclectic mix of folks as we sauntered along our favorite walking trail. There were young families with their young kids and children playing ball; runners, bikers and boaters; friends and, I imagine, lovers. Even the geese seemed a bit perkier, fluttering about with good cheer.
Sunday was just about the same, another day of warmth and mostly clear skies.
But it was all a tease. Monday broke gray and dismal, temperatures plunging into the high 30s, rising only slightly into the mid-40s by late afternoon. Tuesday was more of the same, including a fog that shrouded the region in a heavy blanket of mist.
Meteorologists were once again predicting gloom and doom, talking up a massive winter storm sweeping across the country’s heartland, expected to dump large amounts of snow over the Midwest and New England.
The good news is the Land of Cotton will only be feeling a slight chill from this frosty blow in coming days. No need to stock up on milk, bread and booze. That said, it might be helpful about now to remind ourselves of the promise offered up by Percy Bysshe Shelley in “Ode to the West Wind”.
All together now: "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
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