I must confess, I am ready for spring. It’s May. It’s snowing. I grew up here, surely I should remember (from 40 years ago, and not counting any effects of global warming.?) I turned my outdoor water on a few weeks ago. Then it froze, pipes burst, and I had to turn it off. I planted bulbs, beautiful daffodils that optimistically came up, waving their yellow heads in the 65 degree sun. Now they are covered in 2 feet of snow, dead. Yesterday my dog and I discovered a confused robin stranded in my sun porch. A porch that is considering legally changing his name. We freed the sweet bird, letting him fly up to a snow covered tree branch, his red breast glowing like a warning light. Like the cop cars that pull over to stare at cars, flipped or abandoned in ditches at the side of the road as I skate to school, my heart in my throat, white knuckles on the wheel.
It’s been a tough winter, metaphorically. I’m ready for spring. Real spring. The kind where you sit outside for dinner with a glass of chilled wine, gazing out over your yard where the roses are beginning to bud without the threat of being blasted by another two foot snowfall. I have struggled with change, with moving, with settling down but by myself, with turning 50, with realizing that my prince just may not be out there, no matter what I have believed my whole life. My winter has kinda sucked.
But spring….. heralded by flowers and green grass and singing birds. I am so ready to embrace it. To plan a trip to more exotic places, yes, alone, but happy and ready to meet new friends. To plan a yard renovation, to welcome Couch surfers to come and help me.
I moved away from Washington because of the weather. Other reasons, too, but that was in the top 3. I don’t want to live in a place where the weather drags you down. Constant rain was hard to take. But intermittent snow that follows days where your shoulders get sunburned? That’s kinda psycho…
I admit it, I’m a weakling. I try to let the sunshine fill my heart, but I need a little help sometimes. May first and driving through snow flurries brings me way down.
Counting the days to Thailand and Indonesia now. I won’t mind if it’s snowing the day I leave!
Don’t take it personally….