February 4, 2013

…and suddenly it’s spring

We Christmas shopped in sweaters, endlessly remarking on the balmy English weather. How easy winter is in London, no trudging through frozen tundra to get where you are going. Those cold, snowy Dickensonian scenes from movies were clearly thematic fantasies, conjured up in some film maker’s head. Walking from the beautiful Royal Albert Hall after the Christmas sing-along we were awash in history and talent. And no snow. Skating in front of Hampton Court Palace and Somerset House was lovely, almost tropical. We oohhed and aahhed over the sparkly lights and missed the snow, just a bit.

Hold on. Fast Forward to vacation time over, everyone settling back in school and scheduled routines and Hello Blizzard.

England shuts down. Schools, trains, cars and anything else that moves outdoors slowly comes to a snow covered halt. We were blanketed in 5-10 inches of snow (depending who you ask) and that was that. Grocery store shelves were emptied, with lines out the door. England had not seen this kind of snow for twenty years. My children could not have been happier. Snowmen were created, sleds pulled out and homesickness evaporated. We could not have asked for a better gift.

Then just as quickly, all was gone. Within a week our enchanted Narnia had completely disappeared. Without the photos it would have been a very quick memory. All to be replaced by what appears to be spring. Birds are chirping and the air smells of buds and grass. I’ve been told not to get to attached to this idea as a normal day here presents all four seasons. But you never know. There are buds on the trees…

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