The calendar said it was spring.
It didn’t look like it outside. And, it certainly did not feel like a new season had officially arrived.
My better half and I flew into Wisconsin on the first full official day of spring last week. We arrived after the sun had set and were greeted with temperatures in the teens as we moved from the terminal at Milwaukee’s airport to pick up a rental car across the way.
The talk at the hotel was the weather and how unusual it was. Snow still covered the ground. Piles of the dirty white stuff lined the roadways and was a story high in many parking lots.
The chatter sounded familiar. While Alabamians were talking about a colder than normal March with winter like temperatures expected for the weekend before we left, Wisconsinites were saying much the same thing.
On the trip from Milwaukee to Madison the next morning, we saw snow, snow, more snow and ice-covered rivers, lakes, ponds and streams. Pastures and rolling hills were covered in white as far as the eye could see. For a pair of true southerners it was a sight to see.
It was a cold, blustery weekend in the cheese state, extended a day because of snow that blanketed areas south of the region and the likelihood that connecting flights would push our arrival home back into the wee morning hours on Tuesday.
We endured. Temperatures dropped into the teens four of the five nights we spent in the state with daytime highs rising only into the low and mid 30s. The wind made it brutal at times.
Admittedly, it made it even tougher when locals told us that a year earlier the area was basking in 80 degree weather the last week of March and that the snow was long gone.
Our trip was short — too short — because we got to visit with our daughter, Amanda, and help put together plans for her wedding, which now looms just several months down the road. We visited with her fiance, Nathan, and his parents, Terry and Linda.
All in all the trip was a success. Progress was made and, for the most part, it’s now down to putting the finishing touches on most of the plans for that special day. With that accomplished the stress level came down for the bride and her mother. That should help make life better for Nathan and me.
I can’t wait to see the golf course that surrounds the clubhouse where the reception will be held. I’m certain, it will be lush and green and that the lake that borders the course won’t be frozen in late August. If it’s a normal summer the next trip north — let’s be honest I don’t want to go again until the week of the wedding — should be more enjoyable in all aspects. The weather should be perfect with temperatures in the 80s and much lower humidity than here at home. The week, except for running a few odds and ends errands for several days, should be enjoyable. And, here’s hoping, that special day where Amanda becomes a newlywed goes off without a glitch.
Let’s be honest, even when it’s colder than normal it’s really hard to beat “Sweet Home Alabama” as the song is so aptly named. The sunshine and temperatures approaching 60 degrees this week are much better than the warmer temperatures — low 40s — that were forecast for Madison today. While the prospect excited Wisconsin weathermen, those highs (I don’t know if warmer is the proper description) with lows forecast in the upper 20s did little to make me want to stay around any longer even if the cheese is the best to be found anywhere.