Are you ready for spring?
I am. Then again, I’m not. I’m “dragging my feet” a bit. It doesn’t much matter though because ready or not, spring is here!
Signs of spring are everywhere.
Temps are rising. Robins are back. Early spring flowers are “timidly” sprouting, allowing us glimpses of green. The ice has disappeared early off our little lake. A certain eagle duo is getting busier and noisier frantically preparing their nest in one of our towering white pines the pair “homesteaded” a couple of years ago.
The arrival of an early spring is something of an oddity in my neck of the woods.
Generally, the calendar says spring around here way before Mother Nature does. Generally, spring doesn’t show its face for another
week or two month.
This year Mother Nature decided to change things up a little. Spring-like weather arrived before the calendar “gave its permission.”
Last weekend we enjoyed record setting temps (eighty degrees!) and that was on St. Patrick’s Day no less. We’ve had monstrous snowstorms here on (and after) St. Patrick’s Day! Last year we had a huge pile of snow to melt yet at this point.
Ironically, hubby, son number two and I spent our first warm days of spring cleaning up our yard from the remnants of the heavy wet snow we received only a short while ago.
Yes, Mother Nature likes to keep us guessing around here.
Many people proclaim spring to be their favorite season of the year. Spring brings with it freshness, new growth, new beginnings and simply a feeling of renewal and starting over.
Spring is nature’s busy time.
What’s not to like about that?
I appreciate all these things about spring too.
Still, spring has never been my favorite season. As I’ve probably mentioned before, my vote would have to go to fall.
Does preferring the season when things are withering, falling off and preparing for winter make me some sort of oddity? I don’t know, perhaps. Regardless, fall is the season that makes me most appreciative of life’s cyclic nature….
There’s something extraordinarily special about fall’s fleeting beauty.
Maybe it’s a good thing spring isn’t my favorite season.
Well, because now I
equate associate spring with cancer.
Spring is cancer season for me.
Soon I’ll be staring at all those dates again. Soon I’ll be grappling with all those reminders. Soon I’ll be muddling my way through a new spring and summer while remembering that recent spring and summer two years ago when my life changed in ways I never expected.
I’m moving forward, but still looking back.
I’m trying to look back less frequently and for shorter amounts of time, but I’m still looking. It’s almost like I have to.
I haven’t received “clearance” yet. I know I never will, not completely.
A couple friends of mine have mentioned they started to relax a bit more after hitting year three. Will this be the case for me?
I don’t know.
Whether I’m ready or not, spring has arrived.
And this is a good thing.
I am relishing (while remembering) this fresh season of spring.
How about you?