Crazy Uncle Harold

I haven't been very inspired lately. Although things seem to be shifting in my life recently (for the better) I feel the need to keep it close to my heart and not on blogspot. I do hope you understand. But, oddly enough I found some inspiration by the weather report today.

I love Arkansas weather. I love that I wore a sundress with flip flops today and on Wednesday I'll need to wear snow boots with my sherpa hat. We reached a record 81 degrees today and on Wednesday we'll be down in the 40's with a chance of light snow mixed with rain. I smiled at this. I could almost picture Old Man Winter giving us, and that young whipper snapper Spring, the finger.

I see Arkansas winters as our cranky 95 year old rich uncle (we'll call him Harold for short). He comes to stay with us every November and we all tolerate his presence until his death in March. We hope he'll bring gifts of white Christmas's and snow days from work and school. But not Harold. Usually he says "screw you" and instead gives us ice on Friday night and has it cleared up in time for Monday mornings. He takes naps here and there throughout January and February, letting 70 degree weather tease us. Harold will then pull the ultimate prank.

He'll go away for awhile. Warm air takes over, flowers begin to bloom, girls flock to buy tube tops and shorts that could double as underwear. Arkansans start making plans for picnics and other outdoor events. We get comfortable. Harold finally died, we don't have to worry with that grouchy S.O.B anymore. And then, just like Glenn Close at the end of Fatal Attraction or that guy with the moustache at the end of Sleeping With The Enemy, Harold pops up from the dead and throws hail at our heads with a wind chill of -10 degrees. Crazy old Uncle Harold.

Even though it happens every year, Uncle Harold gets us every time. And I like it. We live in a state with 2 months of Winter, 4 hours of Fall, 45 min of Spring and 10 months of Summer. So, I say long live Uncle Harold. He's got spunk. And tomorrow I will happily wear my scarf with a smile and dodge the hail with a gleam in my eye.