So, it snowed last night. Silly Minnesota. About 2 inches of the white stuff flocked the trees overnight, and now with the mid-morning wind picking up and warming the air, it looks like Snowmageddon, with giant white clumps leaving their tree roosts and hurling themselves toward the unsuspecting ground.
The Boy was equally unhappy with the weather this morning. His exact comment as he climbed the stairs from his basement domain and caught a glimpse of the trees and yard: "What? No-ooo. No no no. This can NOT be happening again. (one second pause, then turn to face kitchen) Can I have strawberries for breakfast or are those a dessert?"
And so the snow plops to the ground, melting on contact with anything previously sun-warmed. It's supposed to rain in the next few hours/overnight. Winter's last gasp. It will all be over soon, and while the winter every year seems to drag on forever while in the middle of it, really it did go by fast on reflection.
Speaking of fast, The Boy is nearing the end of Year Two of his pre-school. How is that even possible? It wasn't that long ago that we brought our trembling little 3 year old to the school for a visit, his tiny body fighting back tears brought on just by sitting on the floor with these strange new faces for "morning meeting", and me and the missus just standing there shell-shocked about how old he was getting. Now, he's a 5+ year old, his confidence and courage booming, (sometimes to an aggravating fault) and we're drawing the pre-school chapter to a close in only a few short weeks.
And I suppose that'll be good. Let one school build him up, and then ship him off to a new one to rejoin the trembling newcomers. I know we'll look back at this transition - and then the next from Kindergartner to grade-schooler, and then the next....and wonder at how fast things seem to move, like April snow plopping from the trees. His mom's family has a tradition of singing "Sunrise, Sunset" to each other at milestones like this, I can hear them now...
The Boy finished his strawberries and begrudgingly put on his winter coat and hat, lamenting that he "was just wearing shorts and flip flops last week!". He seemed to know that this new snow didn't stand a chance against the looming summer, announcing that he wasn't even going to bother making a snowman at school because it would melt before he got it finished.
He's so right.