Here in the northeast we are having an early spring. The weather has been unseasonably mild for the past week or so and highs in the mid-70s are expected through this week. Normal weather for this time of year is low to mid-50s with howling winds, crazy rain and cranky people. It is amazing what a little good weather can do.
First, I love the kids. When the temperature goes up a notch, out come the shorts and flip-flops. I love summer clothes but the mid-60s is too cold for me to even think about flip-flops. As for shorts, well, that ship has sailed but I haven’t even cracked the capri’s yet. Ok, I did buy two pair but I didn’t wear them yet! There was this sale…..
It reminds me of last November. As soon as the weather went below 80, all the kids broke out their UGGs. They wore the high boots during the warmest of our Indian summer. I think there is a theme here.
I remember as young adult, washing my car in short shorts (yes, there was a time when I did that sort of thing) in the very early spring with my mother yelling that I would die of pneumonia. I never did die of pneumonia but my car was sparkling. There must be something about youth that makes us impatient for the next chapter.
I love spring probably more than any other season…at least when it’s a nice one. There is a promise of renewal and a wonderful fresh smell in the air. Our magnolia is blooming and it is just lovely. However, being an old realist, I know that it is the start of the huge cleanup, weekly lawn/garden care and work, work, work. It’s outside work which is more satisfying sometimes but it’s still work.
During the winter there was just the dreaming about the work (and fresh tomatoes and fruit) and cuddling up with a book. When you write it down, it doesn’t sound so bad but when you live it, winter just is too long. I really think I could live someplace temperate all year round, near the beach and maybe get a job making margaritas at a beach bar with all the hotties. I could get a thigh-lift for those shorts….