Happy Monday! Hope your week is off to a great start despite losing an hour of sleep. Waking up today wasn’t a struggle for me at all because my eyes opened at 5 o’clock – even before the alarm went off. I guess I was excited for the day to start. 🙂
Last week was not too busy despite the start of spring soccer practice. And although the weather has kind of gotten crazy lately – spring-like one day and winter-like the next – it was still okay because I know spring is just a few days away. So looking forward to it! Who isn’t?
I’m loving all the pretty blooms that I’ve been seeing. These pretty white ones can be seen down the road. I’ve seen pink blooms too at our local grocery store, but didn’t get the chance to take a pic. Maybe next time.
More spring blooms here. This was in the area where my son has his soccer practice. These trees adorn both sides of the road and are just so pretty.
Fog can be a dangerous hindrance when you’re on the road, but it can be a pretty sight as well. I took this on a bridge on our way to our son’s school one morning last week. Almost a little eerie too, huh? Like what you see in horror films.
My little front-yard welcoming angel
We woke up to a winter wonderland last Sunday, March 12. It wasn’t as bad as expected, but it was also on March 12, 1993 when they had what they call here the Blizzard of ’93, a storm which affected the entire east coast all the way from New England down to Florida, even affecting Cuba with winds of over 100 miles. The husband hoped it wouldn’t be a history-repeats-itself kind of thing, and thankfully, it was not, though our local forecast warned of bad possibilities. Having lived through that event, my husband has shared many stories of it, one of which included telling me of going almost three days without electricity and heat in temperatures way below freezing.
But the snow had melted by the end of the day; we had no more that an inch or two compared to the 6 feet my husband measured on the back deck in the Blizzard of ’93. I, being from the Philippines, find that hard to imagine, and thankfully, I didn’t get to experience it first hand.
How was the weather at your place over the weekend?