Hope sits on the doorstep of Spring.
Every year, with a big smile, waiting to be let in.
It’s the best thing about spring.
Hope.
After all those abbreviated, dreary days, grey skies,
drizzle and frozen nights blanketed with snow...it’s spring!
The sun hangs high, stirring lawns, awakening buds, elevating
new sprouts of crocuses, daffodils and tulips upward and outward.
All of it shouting in celebratory tones…we made it!
It’s spring!
Now, instead of merely dreaming of better days, we can actually
set our sights on them—months of them—ahead.
Not that we’re totally without hope throughout the bleak months
of winter.
We hope Netflix finally comes to its senses and starts
streaming “The Musters” after all of our complaints.
We hope the nor’easters arrive packing mostly rain, and, if
not, hope most of the snow drifts on our neighbor’s driveway instead of ours.
We hope our car starts on the 50th day of sub freezing
temperatures…or if work adverse, it doesn’t.
We hope the electricity is back on by the weekend.
We hope the pizza delivery guy has a sense of adventure…or
at least a new pair of snow tires.
So, there’s that kind of hope.
But spring hope is different, altogether.
It’s more of an affirmation than a wish.
No matter how much bad we’re required to endure, from time
to time, good always comes back around.
It’s just how the world spins…literally.
Even the dourest among us, begin to perk up come spring.
Not that I’m signaling anyone out in particular…and I’d
appreciate if you’d all stop pointing at me.
But it’s true…I felt a little perk of my own, for a minute…okay…maybe
a second…but that was after my third hot dog, so who knows.
Spring arrives with the inescapable realization of brighter
days ahead.
The evenings last longer, the temps reach higher and birds
sing us awake, instead of the creaky old radiator pushing heat through the
pipes.
Summer plans, once, no more than a passing reverie, start to
take shape.
Waistlines, also in need of shape taking, are seriously
considered…or reconsidered…or not considered at all.
Not to say spring isn’t a bit fickle, itself, at times.
It likes to remind us of what it’s replacing, just so we don’t
get too complacent.
65 degrees on a Tuesday followed by 25 on a Wednesday
followed by 6 inches of snow on a Friday are still possible in spring.
Yet spring hope makes it that much easier to bear, and by
Sunday, the grass is a little bit greener, sprinkled with its first wave of
dandelions.
Yep, spring hope is eternal.
Even with the mess waiting to be cleaned up in my garage.
Not to mention, the bags of dirt and mulch and seed and fertilizer
and plants and flowers and vegetables waiting to be lugged home from the garden
center.
Plus taking down the old shed and replacing it with the new
shed.
Power washing and staining the deck.
Finding new chair cushions…buying new chair cushions…getting
used to new chair cushions….
Did I mention Spring…and the whole eternal hope thing?
Spring comes with a whole set of chores ... and bugs ... but after this cold Winter I am still ready for Spring. We didn't get your snow though Brian. I gritted my teeth walking home today as a sudden, sleety/snowy squall drenched me ... ah Spring. -Linda
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DeleteCompared with your weather we have sat in wondering if winter has passed us by. So we have to put up with our weatherman's threats that the gulf stream may or not give us warmish or coldish effects. Oh well, mustn't grumble at least we can have pizza ad infinitum. Here's to your infernal weather when it comes.
ReplyDeleteHa ha - I wanted to come back here and see what you said all week and I've been swamped at work. I figgered it out Brian ... last time I was using Internet Explorer and it didn't recognize me and there were no options - not even to publish anonymously. WT__? This time I went on with Chrome - I was good ... finally no "robot test". I felt like I was welcomed into the fold.
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