Experiences of an American woman who was married to a Serb.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Springtime in Belgrade - End of Winter in New England

The utter unfairness of life. When my husband kept telling me, "It's short sleeve weather in Belgrade," I didn't think he was serious. Or rather, I thought he was in short sleeves, but everyone sane was still bundled up in a sweater and coat. As they would be here.

Usually Belgrade weather is fairly close to Southern New England's where we live in the US. But, it snowed here last week. And in all the photos of views-from-possible-stan-windows that my husband's now sending me, Serbian Spring is in full throttle. It's 75 degrees there! The leaves on the trees are fully unfurled.

I sit here in my American office cubicle, looking out the window at bare branches and a chilly, gray haze so thick the harbor fog horns have been booming all day long. My husband calls anxiously, have I gotten this and that planted out in our US garden yet? "Hold your horses honey," I tell him, "first I have to wait for the sleet to stop."

1 comment:

tinica said...

Everyone over there keeps writing to tell me I should try to hop on a plane NOW, and it's killing me to be stuck in Southern New England with this gloomy gray when I desperately need sunshine!