Wring, wring go away, come again next February!

The view on my street, 5:30 a.m. this morning.

This weather is getting really old.  The junior member of the firm invented a new word for the season we’re stuck in–wring, as in winter and spring mashed together.  I like the sense of fatigue and disgust inherent in the word wring–that’s about where most of us are in northern Colorado this morning.  The photo on the left is what my street looked like at 5:30 a.m., when I went out to get the newspaper.  The photo on the right (below) is the view outside my home office window.





All together now:   Awesome!!!  The only thing wring has to recommend it is that we don’t have to shovel or plow the snow–it melts on contact with the already-warmed streets, driveways, and sidewalks.


13 thoughts on “Wring, wring go away, come again next February!

  1. The local usage is “sprinter,” but it’s the same idea.

    As one of my friends said, “but you should be excited! Summer is supposed to fall on a Saturday this year.”


  2. Come down south to Charleston! Not only do we have great weather, but my district is about to say a big “no thank you” to a family-values, philandering idiot and elect our first Democrat in years!


  3. In DC, the winter was too long, but it’s gone. Spring arrived disguised as summer. I love San Diego; it’s a real compromise – no seasons just nice and warm.


  4. One of the coldest days I ever remember was a May 1 in Albany, NY, but at least it was bright. I like snow as much as anyone, and I don’t even mind the occasional spring freakout, but it does seem like the western end of the flat is getting “wringed-out” badly this year. My empathies, to everyone except for the golden trout!


  5. Funny you should mention that, Katherine–just yesterday while snowed in, I had to grind up my own wheat flour in my coffee grinder! Fortunately, the electricity was only out for 20 minutes or so, so it was light work.

    (Just kidding. What the hell would I do with flour? I no longer bake, and we’re pretty much off wheat entirely.)


  6. My older son was born in early June in northern Utah, and it snowed the week after his birthday more than once. Plus, I never did learn to wait long enough to put in plants. My petunias froze in May every year we were there!


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