The Season of YUCK

Well, we're making progress.  It appears that we've finally moved out of Winter!  However, it's not yet Spring.  We have entered the season of YUCK.  Anyone who lives in a place that gets snow has experienced this inevitable season. 

The first snowfall is magnificent.  Big, fluffy flakes falling gently to the ground.  Houses are transformed to gingerbread with frosting, and the pine boughs sag as they struggle to grasp their new white blanket.  Then the temperature drops and ice crystals appear as diamonds embedded in the snow mounds everywhere you look.

After a month or two of shoveling, snowblowing, and plowing however - the whole landscape seems to transform to a muddy, sandy, salty mess.  It's impossible to keep a shine on your car, sand and gravel are tracked into the house, and there's no clean snow left for the kids to enjoy.  Then the temperature begins to rise through the 30s and into the 40s and the snow begins to recede.

The landscape transforms once more into patches of brown grass lined by small mounds of dirty slush.  Welcome to the season of Yuck...the time when Omaha looks its worst.  Looking at what's left on the ground, you'd think we were a city of smog-belching industry instead of a city of banks, insurance companies, Fortune 500 company headquarters, universities, and hospitals!  The skies remain overcast so that the scenery is no longer white or green or any color at all - it is merely gray.

If we can just make it another month or so, color and life will begin to reappear, and Omaha will get back to its own beautiful self. Spring can't come too soon!