This has been one long winter…
Now I know that most people are dealing with winter woes just as much as I am, but I think I have officially reached my limit. And now that we are finally getting some nice weather (i.e., above zero degrees), I find that I am getting even more impatient for summer.
Normally, I am a big fan of the spring season. I love the budding trees, seeing those first crocus, tulips and daffodils pushing bravely through the soil and sometime snow, brings me back to life. When the crab apple trees and the orange blossom bush (that is threatening to take over my front yard, by the way) start to bloom, my soul fills up with a giddy happiness.
This year, I’m not in the mood. Bring on summer…now. I want bright, hot sun, 90-degree days. I will even take to 150% humidity that we can get…my skin will love it!
But ultimately, I want to feel the warm summer sun on my face. I want to have coffee on my patio while I greet the sunrise. I want to sit on the bleachers at a baseball game with a ballpark hotdog (ketchup and mustard please) and maybe a beer (depending on where the bleachers are). I want to drink an ice-cold strawberry lemonade while catching some rays…using sunscreen of course. I want to open all the doors and windows in the house and feel the breeze blow out the cobwebs in my house…and my brain.
I keep reminding myself that we are getting there. The piles of snow are shrinking and I’m seeing more ground patches. (Notice I didn’t say grass…grass is green and we aren’t quite there yet.) I keep reminding myself that there will come a day in late July where I complain – out loud to anyone who will listen – that it is too hot. There will come that moment in September where I want nothing more than to wear a sweat shirt. I tell myself not to wish my life away, since it’s going too fast as it is.
But right now, everything else is being drowned out by my winter woes.