I love spring. It’s my favorite season, especially as winter drags on. While I get excited for the first snow in November, by the end of February, I’m ready for it to move out and anxious to see something other than brown with the occasional snow when I’m outside.
At the first sign of slightly warmer weather, I’m out on the trial, hoping to see signs of winter’s retreat: melting snow, cracks in the ice, bits of green, more birds.
But the transition from winter to spring is never smooth. It’s a struggle, and February and March especially see a constant battle. Trying to plan what to wear for work is hopeless – maybe it’ll be 70 in the morning and 40 by the time you leave, or vice versa. Plotting the week’s temperatures is like designing a roller coaster.
At some point, though, Spring makes a definitive foothold. The many days of rain give rise to a green haze in the woods. Flowers start appearing. The trees begin to bud. And even though I know there are still more cold days to come, I find a great deal of joy and peace and reassurance watching the earth come alive again.
Welcome back Spring!
