Action, REaction and the Mid-Winter Grass Angel!

“If you hate the weather, wait 15 minutes…it’ll change.”

That’s a pretty common expression here in New England.

When we’re knee-deep in snowbanks and you know the plow’s gonna come by one more time, we pray for warmer weather.

Three days into the first 80+ temperatures of the Summer, people are bitching about the heat.

How do we survive?

Some people compare themselves to other parts of the world, as in “be thankful you don’t live in the Sahara Desert, it’s a thousand degrees in the shade there!”

Uhhh, yeah…and I bet THEIR kids walk to school every day, uphill both ways, and they are THANKFUL…right?!?

It’s all a matter of degrees, and I don’t mean the ones on the thermometer on your front porch.

Twenty-plus Summers ago, my Dad and I tore the entire roof off my uncle’s ranch-style home and built a second floor. On Day One, I got heatstroke. It was 125 degrees.

Someone had the idiocy to tell me: “Yeah, but that was in the SUN!!”

Duhhhhh…where the hell did he think I was working as I held the thermometer?!?

These days, I just roll with it.

I do my best to prepare and deal with the extremes of New England.

I keep extra socks in the car all Winter and I bring a baseball cap in the Summer so I don’t scorch the dome.

And, no matter which season we’re in, I bring my sense of humor along for the ride.

Instead of constantly bitching about the weather, I do my best to make fun of it and help people find their smile.

Last March, after several days of temps in the 50’s, we began to see the lawn for the first time in months. So I put the camera on the grill, set the timer and hopped the deck railing to get this shot. Note to self: the ground is STILL frozen in March…deepest apologies to my kneecaps and tailbone!

There are people who will watch EVERY weather report they can find, seeking out the WORST possible forecast. I swear it’s the people who manufacture milk, toilet paper and batteries. There are days when people predict doom so badly that entire school districts will shut down, in advance, expecting the worst.

The following photo was taken in the aftermath of a ‘fierce’ blizzard (cough cough) that was supposed to bury us in snow a while back.

What did we get?

A dusting.

Life went on…for those who didn’t get all caught up in the panic.

It happens in Summer too, I know. The best excuse I’ve heard (and yes, I have used it a few times myself): “It got hot TOO fast!”

Somewhere, someone is flicking a switch. Hot-cold…hot-cold…hot-cold.

Apparently, Mother Nature didn’t think to invest in a gently-gliding dimmer switch.

If she did, people would still be bitching.

It’s part of our nature, I guess.

Here’s my advice.

Stick your arm outside in the morning.

Dress accordingly, and bring some extra supplies.

Always bring an extra pair of underwear, like your mom said.

The weather is the weather, we can’t control it. If you live in New England, you’ve had as many winters as you have candles on your birthday cake.

Control what you can control, which is how you DEAL with it.

Like most of life, it’s not just how we act, but how we REact!

And remember, if you don’t like the weather, just wait 15 minutes…and you can deal with it all over again.

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