It's 20 degrees Celsius here today and the sun is shining. Children are riding their bikes and peeps are mowing their lawns and the runners and rollerbladers have crawled out of the freaking woodwork. And all I could think about all day as every pore in my body sucked in the sunshine was, "how the FUCK do I live in this climate?" For literally six months of the year we suffer through cold and wet and snow and then more cold and wet and snow. Throw in a few snowstorms, wind chills that take your breath away, and maybe even an ice storm for good measure. And while it may be lovely and serene right after a fresh snow fall, we pretty much spend the entire winter season avoiding the outdoors. And then a day like today arrives, at long last, and I literally can't believe I survived from November to April without completely losing my mind to a vicious case of cabin fever and spending entirely too much time indoors with three children. I love the warm spring sunshine, seeing the buds make their long awaited appearance on the trees, watching my children remember how to balance on their bikes again, forgoing socks, thinking about what I'll plant in my flower beds this year, and the smell of neighborhood barbeques gearing up for the season. And I guess without that long, painful winter, exposing my naked toes to the world wouldn't be nearly as special.
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