Harbingers of Spring

Hello Again,
There is a season between winter and spring where today it might be below freezing with snow and tomorrow the thermometer creeps into the fifties and it rains. I have to admit, I’m a fan.
Before you think that is a weird thing to say, take a moment to think about it. When we’re in the throes of winter there is hope for spring but day after day the weather lingers with bone chilling winds and white stuff to shovel and salt. The birds, at my feeders, balance precariously in the breeze while trying to have a snack and Jasper and Griffin don’t want to wander around the back yard, sniffing. It’s hurry up and do the business at hand and back to snuggling on the couch.
I don’t blame them for rushing, it’s too cold for me too. However, with Jasper in recovery mode he needs to be outdoors exercising and regaining the strength of his back legs. For Griffin, the cold days mean his trip to the groomer is also on hold.
And then it happens. The evening weather report comes on television. Wait what is that I see, is Steve, the weatherman, predicting full sun and temps in the high 40’s? Why yes, it’s not April Fool’s Day, he is predicting nice weather.
For those of you living in warmer climates I’m sure there has been some point where you’re longing for a change. Maybe you are soaking up sun and high 70’s and not looking forward to the three H’s – hazy, hot and humid.
I understand why some folks decide to do the snow bird adventure, six months in one location and six in another. While that’s not for me I applaud those of you who live the gypsy lifestyle. In fact, my GF and her hubby have been doing this for a few years now and it suits them perfectly.
I’m content, having an excuse, to curl up with a book or watch a movie for a few months of the year. The one thing Berkshire-ites joke about living in New England is – wait five minutes and the weather will change. Before long I’ll be able to get outside and play in the dirt if I want or better yet, maybe it’s time to set up a hammock under the maple tree. That would be a great place to kick back and read or take a nap on a warm summer day.
Until next time,
I wish you happiness.
Lucinda
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