Thursday, March 15, 2007
Spring Ain’t Sprung Yet!
A glance outside five days ago would have presented this picture to you. Kind of an ugly view of gray looking grass tangled with dead leaves and a Brandy sniffing through every inch of it. Yes with only 11 days to go Mother Nature was already sweeping Old Man Winter under the proverbial rug and this old lady couldn’t be happier.
On the the 13th I announced the glad tidings that it was over 72 degrees outside and I was all ready to throw the boots in the basement and move the hats and gloves box to an upstairs closet. Why yesterday I even brought up a small table and another plastic chair to put on the deck. I was going to be ready to sit out and read or crochet in the warm spring sunshine. The snow was almost all gone so the John Deere with the plow on the front looked extremely out of place. I now needed to think about getting some one to change it over to the mower deck. Yep I was one happy old hen and my nest was getting comfy again. I even thought a walk out on the hill to see if any of the lilac plants were still growing was in order but then as it happens so many times now my mind veered off on another path and the lilacs were forgotten.
This morning my trusty thermometer read 30 as Molly and I walked out for her morning constitutional and a thought I had been pushing to the back of my head came rushing forward. The radio in the truck said we would have snow on Saturday. Nooooo! Snow on St Pattie’s Day not unheard of but not welcome either. It will be only six days until the calendar announces the arrival of Spring. Mother Nature can’t do this to me. To invite old Man Winter back into my life after this tiny sip of warmth and sunshine is cruel and inhumane treatment.
I have twigs and branches that fell in the winter to pick up and haul to the pile out back. A few pop cans, cups, and fast food papers that were so generously throw in the ditch by butt heads in passing cars and trucks need to be rounded up also. Not to mention cigarette packages that so conveniently fly from the vehicle windows to decorate my yard. I haven’t even had a puff in almost five years now so I don’t need to advertise another person’s vices.
I guess a deep breath is in order, maybe a gritting of teeth, and a strong resolve that I will get through this. After all I have already for the last 71 years. Very soon my friend I will be saying stay cool, keep active, and love the live you are in because you only have one.
