6:28 am March 26, 2009It
There is a saying here in the Beehive State: If you don’t like the weather in Utah, wait 10 minutes. It is ever-changing. It is seemingly random. Always in a state of flux. It is a jealous mistress. (That last one doesn’t really make sense or apply here, but I like saying it.) As of last Friday, it is officially spring. Everywhere. Including Utah. But Utah doesn’t always seem to want to be on board. Some days it does. Some days the weather is lovely and breezy and fragrant. Like last Saturday.
Last Saturday was nice and we took Deac to the park down the street for the first time ever. (Until recently, he had thought that his whole life would be made up of an unrelenting, frigid winter.)
Then last night was Zoe’s first game of the spring soccer season. Soccer means spring, no matter what the weather actually feels like. And last night? It felt like the girls were playing soccer somewhere smack in the freezing center of Mother Russia. Because Utah likes to remind you that it is in charge of its own meteorological destiny. If it wants to freeze the shin guards to the legs of a bunch of unsuspecting 7 year olds then, by all things holy, it will do it.
Yeah, that’s the ONLY picture I took of last night’s game… and it wasn’t even one where she was playing. I was too shivery to take a lot of pictures, and I was pretty preoccupied with keeping the comforter secured over Deacon’s car seat so he wouldn’t get hypothermia. (She scored a goal, by the way, and her teammates mustered the chilly energy to lift her into the air and yell congrats into her frosty ear.) The girls had to layer long johns and sweats and sweaters under their jerseys. One freezing diva on the opposing team played in a fur coat. It was priceless. (Also priceless: Jachin hiding under a blanket the entire time, playing his DS… occasionally yelling out “Go Purple Dragons” like he was paying attention. I wish I would have snapped a picture of that.)
But the undeniable fact remains: soccer means spring, regardless of what Utah wants to think. Spring has sprung. Really. Truly. But try telling that to the shivering birdies in the neighbor’s blossoming apricot tree, or to my sad, chilly little peach tree that Jon planted in the back yard for me for my birthday. They, along with everything else in view, were blanketed with snow this morning.
But Utah, that jealous mistress, is supposed to see 60′s again by Saturday. 60′s. That’s garden-planting weather, guys.
It keeps you on your toes.
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Oh my goodness…I’m just as upset as you are. Since someone hit Paul’s car almost two weeks ago, he hasn’t been driving it and has been riding his motorcycle instead. He came and picked me up from work tonight and we just about died during the 5 or 10 minute ride. I feel so bad for him…it’s way too cold to be riding his motorcycle, especially at night.
Comment by Leah — March 26, 2009 @ 7:41 pm
We don’t get near as cold, but I swear I wear 10 layers every day, plus raingear. Because soccer in the NW is mud and puddles and being sopping wet.
I’m sorta giddy Lexi is playing volleyball this season…teehee.
Comment by Lisa Milton — March 27, 2009 @ 5:01 am
From a literary standpoint, this may be one of your best post. Yes, I am impressed. Good writing friend! Oh it’s freezing and this is the type of weather that just plain pisses me off!
Comment by shahara — March 27, 2009 @ 5:39 am
The air is so fresh, it almost hurts…I actually turned off the heat today!
Comment by Nerak — March 27, 2009 @ 5:38 pm
Hey, that’s Ohio’s state motto!!! Really, though, I know how you feel. I wish mother nature would make up her mind and then stick with it!
Comment by Joan — March 28, 2009 @ 4:00 pm
We had nearly a week of truly Spring-like weather. Then, SNOW. Stinkin’ weather.
Comment by Leslie — April 10, 2009 @ 11:05 am