O Nebraska Winter, how you torment me so! One day it’s delightfully warm, your wind dying down to nothing and the sun shining in the clear blue sky. And the next, oh the next sees 4-5 inches of white snow piled upon my sidewalks. The snow is charming in its icy, cold, harsh kind of way. And I sense perhaps the last opportunity to earn a Good Mom Badge by taking my daughter sledding, but really, it’s time for you to go. It’s time for Nebraska Spring to make its blustery entrance. If I fill the basement emergency kits for impending tornadic storms, will you be tempted to leave? If I start dressing in capris and sandals, will you take a hint? If we install the screen in the front door will you understand that its time for you to move on? March comes tomorrow. Sayanora, Nebraska Winter! (Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out.)