And I was starting to dream about summer...

Just when I was feeling that strong pull toward warmer weather,  daydreaming about sunshine and sitting on the deck and flowers and baskets of vegetables, there comes a storm that is so big it has been named.  Meet Winter Storm Nemo.

Tomorrow is my 39th birthday, and I thought I'd for sure get a snow day out of this badboy, but it looks that the snow won't begin until later on Friday afternoon and then it will snow all night and all day Saturday.  This storm is going to cancel the Valentine's Dance at the kids' school and cancel a visit from friends who were coming for a sleep over, but it will provide some more chances for outdoor fun.  I have only been on snowshoes once this year and cross country skis not at all, as we have hardly had any snow.  Tomorrow we get snow.

I know.  It was way too early for me to start thinking that winter was over anyway.  My mom tells me that there was a big snow storm on the day I was born in New Jersey, so I guess it comes with having a February birthday.  I also have a cold and cough like everyone else around me, which has kept me from running, and that makes me a little antsy, and it means I need to keep the scarves and sweaters and mittens (and tissues) for now. 

But can we talk about campfires and s'mores and watermelon and swimming in lakes? And wrapping up in towels in the grass after swimming and letting the sun dry our skin?  And can we talk about getting dressed on summer mornings by putting on sandals and a skirt and a t-shirt?  Grilled veggies and lemonade with fresh mint and Red Sox games?  Not yet?

For my birthday Tim gave me, among other things,  a gift of summer to help us with our warm-weather-daydreaming:  a scenic flight tour of Moosehead Lake and the surrounding mountains, one of my favorite places on the green earth.  Let's ride the motorcycle up there and then go flying.  Yes, let's.
One of the best parts of this gift is all the time I will spend imagining it, all the blues and greens and warmth that is Mooshead Lake. 

So, I'll hunker down for this storm and watch the snow pile up and suck on cough drops and think positive thoughts and enjoy the milestone of another year passing.  I hope everyone else in New England stays safe and enjoys the snow.  I'll try not to talk about flip flops or tan lines for another few weeks.