Winter turns to spring.
The sun shines.
The flowers bloom.
The flip flops…uh…flop.
It’s 70 and 80 degrees in the shade all week.
Two weeks even.
So you wash all the coats, the hats and the mittens, even the scarves because you’re just that good.
You put it all away for next winter.
You go through all the summer clothes and hang them up.
And then, when you’re finished, you wake up and it’s 40 degrees outside. With rain.
Thankfully, your kids don’t care.
They continue to wear shorts even when it’s 43 degrees. And when you even dare suggest that they should wear a jacket, they scoff at you and say,
“Why? It’s not cold out.”