The Real World

Welcome to the real world, is what I thought when we arrived at my Mother-in-law’s home, “up North”. They were at the end of one bang up winter storm. The snow wasn’t too deep, a couple of feet where it blew up drifts behind the house, but it’s April, for heaven’s sake. I saw her poor tulips under the snow. They didn’t look too happy, either.

Now, at Thanksgiving, it was very warm up there, and the kids played out on the swings and in the yard.

I’m back home, and I must say that the weather here isn’t much either. But, it’s not 17 degrees. And it’s not snowing.