My flannel shirt and fleece-lined clogs say “not quite yet.”
I’ve tried to retire my down coat on several occasions only to pull it out yet again.
The blossoms on the trees are not yet swelled and ripe for bloom.
Our forsythia is not even close to blooming.
This has been a different winter. The old man has not visited us like this for many a year. But this year he outdid himself. He has over stayed his welcome.
He sucked the moisture out of our holly leaves. We are hoping spring will bring new growth.
He sucked the energy out of the people and we are hoping the sun will restore us.
He overtaxed our budgets with unending street plowing and fender-benders. We are hoping that something good will balance that out.
Is spring a calendar event or a frame of mind? Is it really here?
I think spring is the sun and the temperatures. There is nothing like a little heat to swell plants and put the spring back in our step.