Blame Me, It's Probably My Fault

Winter just keeps dragging on around here.  Every time we get a sunny, slightly warmer day, the snow melts a little bit, but then we get hit with six inches of snow.  It's two steps forward and one step back.  I've been complaining about it for weeks, but here's the kicker, it may have been my fault all along.

You see, a few days after Christmas, we took down all of our indoor and outdoor decorations, but I left the crystal wreath on the front door.  I decided that it was more of seasonal adornment than a specifically Christmas-themed decoration.  What's the harm, I figured, in keeping it up, especially since it looks so beautiful when the light reflects off the glass crystals?

But then today, out of nowhere, it hit me.  Mother Nature has seen the wreath still hanging on the door, celebrating all that is winter, so she thinks I'm enjoying the snow, the ice and the cold.  She's not punishing me with what seems to be the never ending winter, she's giving me what she thinks I want.  How could I not have seen this before?

So this afternoon, I am taking the wreath off the door.  Before I do, I consulted with the weather forecast for the next five days.  You'll notice that snow or a rain/snow mix is predicted for two of these days.

If I'm right, by taking down the wreath, Mother Nature will get the hint and we won't get any more snow.

I can't say for sure whether the removal of the wreath will change the weather beyond my local area, we'll have to wait and see.  However, if it becomes suddenly spring-like where you live, you can blame me.



Willoughby