I heard it was going to be 65 degrees this week and New Yorkers have stars in their eyes at the thought of true Spring-like weather. But I couldn’t let Winter pass without a few snow photos. Truth is, we did have some snow Friday – a surprise dusting of an inch or so that we woke up to in the morning. The only real snow worth mentioning this year, however, was that record breaking snow storm last month, which were when these photos were taken. It blew in like a beast over a weekend and transformed the city into a winter playground. Despite the complaints about snow, it wouldn’t be winter without it, and I would bet that even the most ardent hater of snow wouldn’t be able to deny the magic of that first snowfall.
Now that it’s March, I find myself looking intently on tree branches for little buds and any signs of life. I’ve spotted a few crocuses sprouting up in the small square patches of dirt around tree bases in the neighborhood. I look forward to changing up my wardrobe too, and online window shopping is a particularly strong distraction these days. I look forward to putting away sweaters and pulling out dresses again. I don’t normally wear dresses in the winter, and somewhere along the way the girls have adopted this preference too. Could be that their tastes are changing as they grow older, but the cute little girly dresses that I used to add to my shopping carts have no business being in there anymore. I get it, but I admit to feeling a little wistful about not shopping for those kind of clothes anymore. It’s basics over ruffles, frills and patterns these days.
I’m also in the mood to spruce up the apartment – something that always happens only around this time of year. If I don’t capitalize on the mood, nothing will get done. But in general, I’ve learned to deal with our impossible schedules by letting some things go, like house projects. I would love to get our kitchen redone and there are light fixtures I’ve been meaning to change since we moved in 11 years ago, but as it goes, you turn around and 10 years have passed. What’s a few more years of living with light fixtures that you always intended to change from day 1? Or the bedroom which still feels like it was never properly decorated. Ah well, I have bigger fish to fry. Happy March.