I admit it. I have Spring Fever, and I have it bad.
Don't get the wrong impression. I'm the first to be dreaming of a white Christmas. I'm even up for an occasional January flurry.
But by February I'm so looking forward to signs of a changing season.
My first child was born in February. I remember looking out the window of my hospital room in Minneapolis. The houses in the neighborhood were gray. The snow was gray. The cars in the street all seemed to be coated with late winter gray perma-grime. The sky was even gray.
I was a new mom. Things should be beautiful everywhere! (There should be a law...right?)
When the brother-in-law toting a spring-like hyacinth showed up, you can believe that lovely purple plant went on the window ledge in short order.
Every other visitor commented on that plant. Spring was in the air in that little room.
We dressed that baby in several pink layers for the trip home. We dressed the hyacinth in several layers of paper and it came home, too.
Fast forward to 2008. (February 2008)
It's been cloudy for a few days. When the sun finally peeked though this afternoon, it was a click your heels in the air moment. (Side note to physical therapist: Don't get worried. I didn't actually do it.)
Sun! Now, no disrespect to Punxsutawmey Phil intended, I'm ready for the whole thing.
Light jackets.
Puddles.
Buds.
Robins.
Even pastel M & Ms.
Bring it all on.
1 comment:
I'm ready for spring too. But for now, the snow and cold suits my mood.
But I'd love to hear about your trip to Memphis. Any pictures with you and Elvis?
Or, how about "Adventures with Judy: Church Secretary".
Whatever you write, I know it will be good.
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