January in North Carolina is generally one of my least favorite months of the year (and not just because all those Christmas decorations have to be taken down).
Statistically speaking, January is our coldest month. With an average high of just 51 degrees, it's usually just cold enough to produce a chilly, annoying rain, but not cold enough to give us a real snowfall. If it's going to be cold and wet, could we at least get a little snow??
As someone who prefers flip flops to boots, sunshine to frost, green to gray, I say, "Enough already! Bring on summer!"
One upside to winter in North Carolina is its fickleness.
Don't like the weather?
Wait a day or so and it's sure to change.
Last week I was late for work because I had to wait for the frost to melt off my windshield; this weekend we were sitting on the beach with our toes in the sand, soaking in 70+ degree weather.
Just as Drew stared longingly at his dream boat waiting just off in the distance, this weekend left me staring longingly at the calendar, dreaming of the warm days of summer.
Until then, looks like I'll need to keep my jacket and boots out a little longer...