There’s an old saying, “If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.” I feel like every day I’ve worn Chacos and sunscreen might have made him chuckle. Especially after waking up to notices about road conditions on May 18th. Yesterday, I was wearing shorts and sandals, enjoying 70 degree weather, today, Colorado Springs was on accident alert. Oh Colorado, you so crazy.
None of this is really a surprise. This is just Springtime in the Rockies. It was about this time last year when my daughters and I were busy getting ready to leave for school when we got the notice that they had a snow day. Huge lovely wet flakes were falling straight down in an almost magical rhythm, when we heard a deep booming . . . is that thunder? Yes, is was thunder during a snowstorm, or as we like to call it, THUNDERSNOW! A few minutes later, it started to rain and hail. The three of stood with our faces pressed against the window and my youngest looked up at me and said, “What do you think it’s going to do next!?” What indeed little one.
I have this intensely ingrained family history, and yet every year, “Can you believe it snowed today!? It’s the middle of May!”
I blame it on the warm days in February, the reasonably dry March, the rain showers in April that all lull me into this false sense that winter is over and summer is nigh. I have to remind myself that every snowstorm fills our reservoirs and feeds the winter seeds, bringing us an abundance of summer color. And every year, I fight my natural impulse to start gardening at the beginning of May, reminding myself of snow covered tomato plants in years past.
One thing is for sure, Colorado will never be accused of being boring. These snowy May days are the trade off for those glorious winter days in the 60’s. 365 days, there’s no where in the world I’d rather be.
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