What a Beautiful Spring

I'm in a bit of a conundrum with my feelings these days.

Here's the thing:

Winter here, well, it's been basically nonexistent. 

There's zero snow on the ground.

Zero.

And the average temp is in the forties.

Yesterday it hit 50.

Right now it's 49 with the projected high to hit 51.

Now, in case you're not familiar with Minnesota winters, allow me a moment to explain.

It's mid-January.

That means, this time during the average year, 

We are sitting somewhere below zero...and that's without the windchill.

With windchill, it can to negative twenties, thirties, even forties. 

We should have a couple feet of snow of the ground.

Instead, it feels like spring every day.

I go places with just a sweatshirt.

I never have to scrape my car.

Driving isn't a hazard.

There's no slipping on ice.

There's no need for five layers of clothing and mittens to take a five minute drive.

It's been so incredibly nice.

So what's the conundrum?

I am confused.

I always thought I loved Minnesota winters.

You have to have snow in winter, right?
You have to have a white Christmas, right?

Well, it didn't feel that bad not having snow on Christmas.

And I love not having snow right now.

I have so much more energy. 

The sight of sun, blue sky, and grass is energizing.

It feels like spring is coming, and you have that buzz in the air that the world is going to come alive with green grass & trees & birds at any minute - even though it's not...

I am actually loving this weather.

And not missing winter even a little bit.

So it makes me think...maybe I want to move.

Somewhere where the winters are similar to this.

Somewhere warmer...

Ya know Nicholas Sparks?
Ever read his books?
Well, if not you should.

His books are always romance, and they're always set in the south.

It makes me wish I lived down south.

I think I would love living down south. 

I know I would loooove the food. 

And the music.

And the weather.

Maybe I should live down south...

And then there's country music.
Oh. My. Goodness.

Every time I listen to country music (which is quite often) I wish I was a cowgirl.
I think I'd make a great cowgirl.

I can picture myself in jeans, boots, flannel, and a cowgirl hat sitting up on a horse.

I can just picture days out on the ranch, mountains off in the distance.

I can feel the west in me when I listen to country music.
I would do great living out west too, I know it. 

Anywho, just a thought.

This whole weather situation's really been playing with my head.

Maybe some day we really move.

But then again, I can't imagine being away from family.

I want my kids to grow up with their grandparents.

Welp, for right now, I'm going to sit back, relax, and enjoy this lovely spring we're having.