Why I want to kill winter

Fur real. I'm not lion.
These are tulips in Mom's yard in April.
(Insert seething jealousy here)

I live in the Mountains. Yes, I capitalized that word. For a very good reason. Because where I live is very much like the place that you imagine when someone says "I am going to the Mountains".

There are trees, creeks, Mountain lions, birds, oh, yea. And SNOW.

Which brings me to my main point.

I'm so over snow.

I grew up in Colorado. It snows there. Fine. By April, there are tulips and green lawns (Lawns? What?! We have none of that here in the Mountains). My 17 year old sister posted an Instagram photo of tanning in the back yard back home. A week ago. Boo-hiss.

Here in my Mountains, it likes to snow in April.  All. the. time. Spring doesn't show up until June, and that's if we're lucky.

Worst part? My husband is a ski patroller. Which means that I have to simultaneously HATE the HECK out of snow and pretend to LOVE it (because that means overtime for him, which means SHOES for me!). Yes, shoes that I can't wear, because it's dumping snow and all I can wear are my boots, which, I love. Because all footwear is great. But heels? Common.

Winter can be great. Skiing is fun, driving in the snow results in adventure. But when it doesn't go away, that is where my problem begins and ends.

The countdown to spring is starting now. I'm guessing we are somewhere around 65 days.

What's the weather like where you are? Please tell me about things that are warm. Places where sandals and short dresses with bare legs are acceptable. Please?

Palm trees. That's where I am.

Cheers.