On my walk in the woods today, I noticed that the last bit of snow had melted away! The daffodils are up, and the forsythia is bloomimg. The buds are ready to pop open, and I am already starting seeds.
As a skier, I’m sad to see the winter go…there is nothing like plunging down a crisp snowy slope and making tracks in fresh powder!
But all good things must end…of course, I’m consoled by the fact that the ski areas opened last October…and October is ONLY five months away!
Still, sad to see the snow go!
I sure as hell am not.
This has been a long, cold, gray, ugly, depressing winter.
The last couple of weeks, since the weather has FINALLY broken and things are greening up, I feel like I’ve woken up from a long sleep. It’s as if I’ve been hibernating and now I actually have the energy to leave the house.
Like most people, I hate the Icy Cold Fingers of Death which is winter. I suspect that this thread will get as about as many positive comments as something like a Hurray For Polio! thread would get. Maybe fewer…
It won’t be missed.
I prefer cooler weather. I hate summer. I hate mowing grass. I hate all the humidity. I enjoy sitting in my hot tub on a cold winter’s night. I will miss it.
But then, I don’t have to shovel snow, so that is a plus.
When I moved out to California, I boxed up my winter clothes, as always, so that my closet wasn’t stuffed full of clothes I wouldn’t wear for months. Three years later, I took those boxes full of winter clothes to the Goodwill.
I, too, miss winter. We have much better air quality during the winter months. Ironically, it’s May/June that are gloomy, and the winter bright and sunny.
I shoveled over a foot of snow last week. It’s gone now, thank goodness.
I have spent more than half my life in Colorado.
We get lots of sun, but lots of cold temps, and March/April is when the snow can really fall. Maybe you should move here, Ralph.
Me, I am looking to be somewhere else, but haven’t yet figured out where.
The cold is gone. The snow is gone. I no longer have to shovel snow or brush off my car. The roads are safer without the snow and ice. I can leave my house without a jacket. Soon I’ll be on my roller blades or riding my bike. I’ll be able to take my dog out to play more.
Soon the heat will come. The tourists will come and drive like jackasses. I won’t be able to remove enough clothing to get cool. I’ll be on my roller blades or bike dodging jackassy tourists driving recklessly and trying to drive around the tourists clogging up the roads on their bicycles or roller blades. My dog won’t want to go outside because it will be too hot for her to play.
I’m supposed to prefer a season?
Thank God. breaks out the lawn chairs, scrubs down the barbecue grill, replaces the pads in her swamp cooler
Good-bye, cruel, cold wind and rain! Hello, barbecues, cold Coronas on hot summer nights, and road trips in the American West.
Goodbye snow, ice-skating on frozen canals, drinking hot cocoa, walking through a beautiful white scenery and coming home to a candle-lit house and a warm bed.
Hello season of sweaty people, crowded beaches, irritable bus drivers, insects and being unable to sleep because of the HEAT.
I’ll miss winter.
I hope you get pitted for this blasphemy
They have doctors now that can treat this illness that you have
Declan
Goodbye, being able to curl up comfortably in piles of blankets at night… hello, not being able to get to sleep because it’s so damn hot. Goodbye, coming home to hot chocolate… hello, coming home to bees buzzing around my porch because my neighbor takes forever to clear out that damn nest. Goodbye, being able to play football in the snow… hello, any athletic endeavor being rewarded with buckets of sweat. I could go on and on, but I’d miss the entirety of the temperatures-fit-for-hell season. Wait a second… Goodbye… 
The perfect climate would be six months of winter, five months of fall (REAL fall, New England fall…), and a month of 95 degree beach weather where there was no such thing as going to work or class because you’d be crazy to NOT be sitting in the ocean all day, every day.
I’m dreading summer. The end of winter, to me, means:
The spiders will be (and are) coming inside to torture me and intrude on my happy, little life…
The humidity will slowly rise, along with the temperatue, and make my hotflashes even more uncomfortable (If that’s possible)…
The mosquitos will be out in force, as will the flies and bees…
The electric bill will be unreal, because we will be running the a/c like there’s no tomorrow…
People will become increasingly cranky as the days get warmer…
Thankfully, there is the NHRA season to get me through it all!
Funny thing is, I’ve had enough of spring already! I’m ready for about 6 weeks of summer, then Autumn…is there any better season (except winter, of course0 than that?
Then ,eagerly anticipating the first snowfall-and waxing up the skis! heaven!
Thoughts? OK. Fuck snow. Fuck winter. Fuck short, nasty, cold days and long, depressing nights. Fuck dead trees, brown landscapes, and ugly drifts of snow that only get filthier the longer they sit. Fuck bulky clothes. Fuck winter windburn. Fuck winter light. Fuck Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Welcome, sweet, sweet Spring. Welcome flowers, trees, spiders, snakes, insects, birds, LIFE. Welcome hot days and humid nights, shorts-and-teeshirts. Welcome, huge, verdant pots of culinary herbs with which I’ll cook all summer. Welcome, never-ending days and short nights.
Winter. Bah.
Man-it’s like we’ve jumped into summer! It was 85F today…too damn hot! And of course, all the nasty bugs are awakening from their winter sleep-to make us miserable!
Man, it makes me long for a white blanket of snow! Icy crystals sparkling like diamonds. DAMN! Will OCTOBER never come again?
God, I hope not.
Course, ask me in August, when the humidity is sitting at 95% and the asphalt is melting, and I might give you a different answer.