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We rarely get snow in my part of WA. We have had two days of snow this week. How in the world does that happen? It's supposed to be the beginning of Spring. My poor flowers are confused. They started to come out of their deep slumber, only to freeze mid bloom. The cherry tree went from a soft petal pink to a more burgundy color.
This saying must mean that March starts out chilly and starts to warm up. I sure hope that is right because I am tired of freezing when I leave the comfort of my warm home.
Today was a day to make some warm mulled cider. Penzeys Spices is a store in Seattle. It is exactly what the title entails. A store full of every spice you can imagine. It's a feast for the senses. The last trip my mom and I made was the end of February and I picked up some mulled cider spices. My house smells like Autumn right now. I feel like I should be bobbing for apples with fall leaves decorating my yard. There is a mixtures of slow cooked apples, cloves, and nutmeg in the air. My taste buds are flooded with each distinct taste. I can't help but close my eyes and savor every mouthful. Once my taste buds are tickled, I enjoy the warm fluid traveling to my tummy. My chilly fingers are quickly warmed from the inside out. It is a great feeling.
Now I want to close my eyes and dream of warmer weather. I guess that my wish will have to wait. Papers are waiting to be graded and report cards are unfortunately calling my name. Spring...please get here!