I despise this time of year.
I really hate late February/early March because the weather just can't make up its mind. Is it going to snow, or is Spring going to finally arrive?
Late in the Fall and early in the Winter, I always look forward to the first real snowfall of the year. It's an exciting event to me. When the snow is falling, I'll stand at the window or in the front doorway and simply watch the snow falling for long periods of time. It's a beautiful thing to watch.
But as the Winter starts to drag on, the nearly perpetually gray skies, continuous cold temperatures and five o'clock sunsets start to take their toll. I begin to feel gloomy myself (well, more-so than normal, I suppose). I simply want Winter to be over and for Spring to take hold. But instead, I get a transition period that is just that much more frustrating—hints of Spring and resurgences of Winter.
Last week, in Omaha, we had several days in which the high temperature reached the 50s. One could go outside without a coat on, feel the sun on one's face and know that Spring was on the way. This week, we've already had one snow storm and another is on the way tonight.
I'm tired of dirty snow piled up along and gravel and salt piled up on the roadways. I'm tired of gloomy days. I'm tired of looking at brown grass (when it shows through the melting snow) and leafless trees. I'm tired of not being able to get out and work in the yard.
I just want, as I do every year at this time, for Mother Nature to make up her mind. Let's get through this yearly transition and move on. Late March and early April just can not get here fast enough.