I thought it was spring. Then the forecasters issued a winter storm warning, calling it a blizzard, predicted three to eight inches of snow and temperatures below freezing. I hoped it was some cruel joke until I saw big fluffy flakes fall from the sky. Winter has returned.
Thankfully, my spring cleaning has not extended to the fireplace. My plan is to camp in front of a roaring fire, drink my coffee, write, and ignore the accumulating fluff. Don’t expect me to step outside or ask me to shovel. I refuse to move from my comfy chair until spring returns.
How do you deal with inclement weather?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer