It’s been a hard week of weather to deal with in Düsseldorf. Spring, which the budding trees, the chirping birds, and I have been patiently (why lie?) waiting for, is taking her sweet time. First it looked like there was hope – the sun was shining, and I was giddy at the sight of my own shadow. And with good reason. It was “the darkest [German] winter of all time.” (See? There’s more to my weather drama than the fact that I’m an Arizona girl through and through!)
Then we had another bout of snow, or Schnee.
I appeased myself with trips to the coffee house and with cozy pots of tea at home.
Then we had snow and sun. Oh, what a glorious combination – light and color in the world again!
The crocuses and those who dared sit outside at the coffee house despite the freezing temperatures weren’t showing any weakness.
Then the snow was gone, and Toby and I took advantage of a sunny day with a long walk along the Rhine.
Yesterday it was so nice that I actually rode my bike to work without a beanie, my hair blowing in the wind (something I haven’t felt in longer than I care to remember). This is in stark contrast to my winter riding gear, which I’ve taken to calling the Reverse Mask of Zorro.
Too bad we’re back to a lovely combination of rain and snow again today. Somebody stop the madness!