By Karen Wyman
I admit it. I got caught up in the weather hype as if I have never lived in New England before. A few summer-like days in March, and I went into an absolute frenzy, taking my poor unsuspecting family down with me. Instead of simply relaxing and enjoying these bonus days of warmth and sunshine, I scrambled to get everything ready for the season and totally missed them.
First I rushed to pull out all of our summer clothes, which was no small feat considering nothing from last year seemed to fit the girls. I had no choice but to head to some stores and buy a few necessities for them. Once back at home, I dashed around trading snowsuits and boots for sunglasses and flip-flops. Of course I couldn’t possibly wear sandals without a pedicure, so naturally I headed to the salon to spend some more time indoors. Little did I know in just a few days my glam tootsies would again be buried inside a pair of Uggs.
While I was getting pampered, my family was diligently working on the to-do list I so graciously left for them. As our neighbors rode bikes and played ball, the Wymans were busy raking the lawn and sweeping out the garage. I arrived home in time to help replace storm windows with freshly hosed off screens and set up the deck and porch furniture. I couldn’t believe others weren’t putting their patio sets out. It never occurred to me why I was the only premature patio preparer. Now it was time to head to the grocery store to get the fixings for all of those upcoming cookouts.
It didn’t take long for my family to bail on me and my project list. The girls began running through the sprinkler in their new bathing suits, and my husband frantically pumped bicycle tires so they could all escape. I moved inside to reprogram the thermostats and continue the closet changeovers. Oh how foolish and naïve of me.
Now let’s jump forward one week. Here I sit with the heat on high listening to the wind, rain and hail batter my screens and watching my outside furniture blow across the yard. Deep down I knew better — Vermont hadn’t suddenly become Southern California. To paraphrase a local meteorologist: “Only in Vermont can you have a tank top, shorts and long johns all in the same wash load!”
I laugh as I think of the adorable sleeveless Easter dresses I bought the girls during my impulse shopping trip. Oh well, if they wear ski pants and parkas under their Princess Halloween costumes, they can wear them under Easter dresses too!
If I don’t have the time or energy to undo my mass preparation, you may see two little girls at the Williston Easter Egg Hunt on April 7 wearing delicate summery dresses and flip flops despite the snowfall.
Hopefully my impressive preseason enthusiasm and performance doesn’t translate into a dismal season ahead, like I am sure it will for the New York Yankees!
Karen Wyman has been a Williston resident for six years, and lives with her husband and twin 4-year-old daughters.