Bless my heart, I think I've become a southern girl

I realized something this morning. I don't like being cold. I have lived in NC for just a trace over 3 years now and I have become very enchanted with the hotter weather here. I love when it's over 90 and I can run around in just a pair of shorts and a cami. I love that I seldom feel the need to wear socks anymore. The sun and heat feel wonderful to me. But, I have to ask myself...what happened to my Yankee blood??? I used to be stronger than this!

I have spent most of my life up north, living with snow and blustery temps, happy to bundle up and pile on the layers of hats, scarves, warm mittens, heavy coat, boots...18 inches of snow on the ground? No problem! I lived in houses with radiators that I could drape all the winter gear over to dry them after being outside. Driving in snow and sleet? I can handle that! I scoffed at the folks who aren't used to it and can't drive in it...

But now? We have had several days now of more northern-like temps, most of the state actually getting hit with snow, my area getting the ice and freezing rain. The air here has felt like the "good ol'days"...and I don't like it! I don't even have a snowbrush in my car right now, mainly because I can't find it. I suspect it walked out on me from being ignored for too many months. I walk outside to get the mail and I come back inside shivering. The cold mocks me now. The snow rake that is being stored up in the attic because we just don't need to use it anymore, is up there communing with the cobwebs and counting splinters on the rafters. It suffers from chronic neglect. I am running an island for misfit winter toys and tools here.

Now, I do confess, the several inches of snow we did get the day after Christmas..THAT I was very happy about. Why? My Yankee blood is in hiding but it is not completely gone. I don't like green Christmases. It makes me crazy to have to listen to songs on the radio about white christmas and sleigh rides when it is green everywhere. However, that was enough winter for me. I am ready for it to be gone. I love my sweaters but I am ready for bare legs and shorts again and the chance to ambush my kids with the super soaker water guns.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make myself some tea and warm up again.