All right winter, I've had enough

Winters in New England are cold. No question about it. And maybe we say it year after year, but man, this one has been brutal.

A common scene of downtown Providence, R.I. 

From early November, at a time we were outside taking photos for our annual Christmas card, the finger-numbing chill was already settling in. I can remember many Thanksgivings with some snow on the ground, and some with pleasant sunshine. But this was sign of things to come.

This winter we endured storms such as “Hercules” and became familiar with the word polar vortex. Polar may be a little too soft of a term. I’m thinking more of a “Siberian Vortex” would be better, but that’s just me.

Snow is fine, it’s nice around Christmas and sledding and building snowmen is what winter’s about. But there really wasn’t a day that one could go outside and enjoy. Frigid temps in the single digits and the seemingly never-ending gusts of wind, was more suitable for a polar bear or eskimo. Maybe.  

As November rolled into December followed by January and February, we welcomed the flip of the calendar into March anticipating warmer days ahead. Experience tells us to be patient in the first week or so and not to expect balmy weather to reappear in a flash. Not to put away the winter gloves and boots just yet.

But as we enter the last week of the month, yet another blast from the arctic descended upon us, with more single digits and an icy breeze that made it tough to even walk straight.

Hopefully it was Mother Nature’s last laugh.

Remind me to never complain about it being too warm.  Ok?