When the grey weather breaks, it is almost impossible to resist the draw of some outside fun. If the sunshine is accompanied by a Facebook post or a little text message that goes something like this:
3 pm at the park – who’s in?
School is pretty much doomed from then out. Math isn’t finished? Too bad. More reading to do? Nope. We’ve got vitamin D to absorb and friends to visit.
Growing up in Michigan, I am continually amazed at Washington state’s winter weather. Yes, the rain and clouds can seem to hang on for days (okay weeks), but then there are times when the sun breaks through and the temperatures soar (okay drift) into park friendly numbers.
I try to tell the kids, “No, summer is not coming. For that matter, spring isn’t really coming. It’s January. We are in the middle of winter. It could snow.”
Oh dear. That’s the wrong thing to say. These children, you know the ones who DIDN’T grow up in midwestern or northeastern winter wonderlands, eyes fill with hope and excitement.
“You mean, it could still snow?” They can think of nothing better than the idea of some good snow storms hitting Washington. Hours of sledding. No school. Lots of hot cocoa.
As for me, I’m sorry my snow-deprived children, I’ll take the mild WA temps any day. And I know we’ll catch up on school tomorrow.