It keeps coming at you, even when you think it is finally done.
Last weekend was the start of “Daylight Savings Time” and at long last, I am coming home in the daylight hours. Spring must surely be on its way. St. Patrick’s day is coming up fast, there are daffodils for sale in all the local groceries.
Spring must be near! Time to think of seedlings and lawn care and bug spray. Time to think of flip flops.
Except that it is snowing tonight.
Big, fat flakes of fluffy white poison, floating down and coating the deck once again.
Spring? You coming?! Of course you are! The vernal equinox is only a few days away! Time to think of chicks and bunnies and peeps and pastel colored sweaters. Time for renewal and rebirth and lambs and tulips and Cadbury Creme Eggs!
Except that the weather channel is predicting another snow storm on Tuesday.
I know that spring will come. It always does, right?
But…..you know…..like, what if….I mean, it could happen, right? What if this is the year when it never arrives? What if we are stuck for eternity in the icy slush of mid-March in New England? What if the grass never shows up, the crocuses are locked for good beneath the layer of frozen muck?
What if the days don’t get warm, the birds don’t start to sing and the Red Sox decide to stay in Florida all summer?
It is nights like this that truly test the faith of a person like me. My bones are cold. My toes are begging to be free. My heart is yearning for the sound of distant thunder, my nose for the smell of warming earth. I want to hear the peepers! I want to barbecue some sausage! I want to light a mosquito coil and rub on some SPF 50.
And its snowing. A lot.
It has to come eventually.