What’s bugging you more? Dirty snow like this…
Or icy sidewalks like this?
For me, it’s the spring tease. Our hopes are raised and then quickly dashed.
This morning I took the dog out as always, pre-dawn. Expecting to be hit with the usual icy blast, instead, it felt practically balmy. Back inside, I checked the thermometer – 39 degrees. Yes!
Honestly, my “nice weather” standards have hit an all-time low. When I’m cheering for high-30s, you know that it’s been a long, cold winter.
Last weekend, we were told to “spring ahead” and move our clocks up an hour. If that’s not a sign that spring is on the way, then I don’t know what is. But the reality is, spring will show up when it wants to – probably in June.
In the meantime, we’re stuck in this hellish, endless circle of thaw, freeze, thaw, freeze…Walking outside means taking your own life into your hands.
A couple of weeks ago, I headed down to my mailbox to return an already-viewed Netflix selection. I took a step and ended up flat on my back. Luckily, only my derriere and my ego were badly bruised.
Truth be told, I actually don’t like spring. It’s messy, not nearly warm enough and serves just to raise our hopes, which will quickly be destroyed with the first freakish spring snowstorm.
Yet, I can’t help feeling a little bit optimistic that summer might again visit us…eventually. You know what they say – hope springs eternal.
