Last week at this time it was so cold that the moisture in my eyes and nose froze while I was waiting for the bus. Today it was warm enough I didn’t feel comfortable leaving a bottle of wine in my car for half an hour. People talk as though this kind of sudden temperature shift is a southern Indiana peculiarity. That might me true, but it’s hardly a unique one. Spending a large chunk of my life in southeastern Virginia, I’m used to this.
Which is why I know better than to trust it.
My first winter in Virginia, which was more or less my first winter ever on account of before that time the furthest north I’d lived was Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, taught me better. That winter everyone told us that Virginia winters weren’t that bad, didn’t include much snow, and were nothing to worry about. Well it turned out that winter (not unlike this one) was one of the worst that area had experienced in recorded memory. And February was the worst.
On February 17th (I remember the date because it was my sister’s birthday) it snowed for more than 24 hours straight and we got eighteen inches of snow. The next weekend was 80 degrees. The weekend after that we had an actual blizzard and another thirteen inches of snow. And then I decided to move back to Florida. Clearly that part didn’t work out.
So I can’t quite rejoice in this week’s balmy temperatures. In the back of my head I know that next weekend could very easily be a blizzard. I know that this could just be Mother Nature lulling me into a false sense of security. But I won’t be fooled. Uh uh. Not this time.