Each year I complain, long and loud, about the thaw. Around here, spring is really messy. Lots of snow to melt, and it takes awhile. I’ve had a lot to say about it, if you can believe that.
Today, for the second day in a row, it was above freezing all day. In fact, the temperatures hit fifty degrees, and I grumped. It’s not that I don’t want spring to come. Really. I love spring as much as anyone. I just don’t like this in-between time.
The ugly dirty snow, littered with twigs from all the wind we’ve been having
The constant dripping and pools of water with icy rims
So when I went out, I fully expected to be depressed. But instead I realized that I was feeling inordinately cheerful! The constant sound of running water as it gurgled off roofs combined with a bit of sunshine to make an invigorating and inviting feeling–sort of like walking by a brook. And that nice warm breeze? Aaaaah.
And I realized that I really am excited about spring. It will be nice, after an incredibly cold winter, to go outdoors without bundling up. It will be nice to see something green besides the pines. It will be nice to go to bed without shivering while the icy sheets warm up to body temp.
Yes, the pristine white of winter is gone, the snow is dirty and ugly…
but somehow I’m feeling a lot more tolerant of it today.
The promise of Spring is a wonderful thing! New life, new energy, new hope!