I know there are millions of you out there right now who are enjoying the sweetness of Spring. The warm sun, the crisp, fresh air, blossoms poking their heads out of the ground, maybe even green grass? It should be spring here. But it isn't. Last week we had a couple days in a row where we actually took the negative sign off of the temperature, and in those two days I got spring fever so hard that now I can barely sleep at night. As I lay in bed, I can feel my blood tingling with anticipation of the coming months, when the snow will finally melt! When I can plant my garden, and go for picnics, and take Isabella to the playground and the park... there are so many possibilities! While I was out shovelling snow yesterday (yes, we're still getting more snow here) I put Isabella in her snowsuit and let her play outside with me. After I had scraped enough snow away, a bit of our brown, dead lawn was revealed. Isabella was fascinated with it; she kept looking and pointing and asking me "what's that Mom?" How sad that my daughter doesn't know what grass is! She is, however, very familiar with snow, and points it out at every opportunity.
To help me cope with my need for spring, I bought some daffodils. There are thousands of gorgeous varieties of flowers, but none carry the promise that early spring flowers do. A lilac, while beautiful, doesn't say that winter is finally over; a rose, while sweet, is a last lingering taste of summer. Daffodils are so wonderful to me because they are they heralds of spring; they declare that things are only going to get better.
(As an aside, I do really like winter; I couldn't live anywhere that doesn't have it. But after six months of -40 and piles of snow, I'm ready for spring!)
