Spring is a dicey proposition in Michigan. We can have snowfall well into April. It seems this year spring has been trying to arrive for a while now. Especially since Easter came so early. There was snow on the ground. And my poor girls were shivering in their short sleeved Easter dresses. I feel it is best they learn early that beauty is painful. That will make the brow waxing less of a shock.
Today I feel like spring really arrived. Everywhere you looked you saw it. The last stubborn piles of snow melted away. The birds couldn’t contain their songs. Kids riding bikes and playing catch with their dads. People beginning to assess what yard work needed to be accomplished. Men in shorts and sandals (seriously there are men out there who throw on shorts when it reaches 55 degrees). I sat in the sunroom like a cat absorbing the sun.
My mom used to do a cartwheel on the first day of spring every year (pretty confident she has stopped…Mom?). Isn’t that what spring makes you want to do? We have endured months upon months of cold and yuck and finally the earth wakes up and comes alive again. I much as I sometimes envy (and vacation in) warmer destinations in the winter time, I know in my heart I could never be happy in a place where I couldn’t experience all 4 seasons. Spring, summer and fall make the winter bearable. Plus, rumor has it while we enjoyed 65 degree weather today, all the people on spring break in Florida were greeted with rain. So excuse me while I….na, na, na, na, na, na. Apparently the one thing spring doesn’t bring- maturity.
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