You just have to love living in an area of the country where it can be 68°F on Wednesday, and on Friday it’s 21°F with a foot of freshly fallen snow on the ground.
Yep, you guessed it, I live in Wisconsin, the state of which it has been said: “The rest of the country has climate; Wisconsin has weather.” And so we do.
I was out mowing and raking the lawn Tuesday past, and wearing shorts, sandals, and a light sweatshirt. This morning, as I was shoveling the first four inches of snow off of my sidewalk, I was wearing jeans, boots, gloves, and a heavy wool jacket. Of course, the thirty mph winds didn’t help matters; it made it seem much colder, and turned that four inches of snow into drifts eighteen inches deep or more.
But, that’s life in Wisconsin. If I didn’t want weather, I’d live somewhere else. Like Hawaii.
Wait a second--I’d love to live in Hawaii! Black sand beaches, perfect climate, bikini clad goddesses…
All things being equal, I’d rather be beachcombing. :-)
