When I lived in the Mid-Atlantic, March was my most hated month. By March, I was always so sick of winter and could hardly resist the siren song of all the summer clothes at the mall. But warm weather doesn’t ordinarily come to the Mid-Atlantic until May, and Mother Nature may even send one last snowstorm in March just to punch you in the teeth.
My brother-in-law and sister-in-law live in Montana, and they woke up to this today:
They were happy about this! The only way I could be happy about five inches of snow in March is if I didn’t have to go to work. Ever. (Can someone make this happen? I could possibly be talked into living in Montana with a large enough luxury lodge and bank account.)
By contrast, here is the forecast for the next few days in Houston, very average for March:
Okay, the storms aren’t my favorite, but I will take that over snow! We’ve got trees blooming and flowers coming up. I don’t even mind that I already need to double my allergy meds and wear a heavy sweater in the office!