I’d like to pack my winter boots away, seeing as it’s April. Spring has always been my favorite season. But not this year.
Granted, this winter-lasting-into-April has not been typical. It followed a fall that seemed much like summer, with mild temperatures that lasted into December. When winter hit, it did with a vengeance, dropping below zero almost immediately. It has lasted almost four months now and counting. My dog hates the snow. My husband actually shovels a patch of grass so she’ll go out.
I usually get the winter blues. This year I did a great job of ignoring it. I just didn’t look out at the bleak gray horizon. I spent more time with Windows than windows and it seemed to help.
Then March came. I didn’t get my hopes up. There are reasons for the lion/lamb tradition.
But as we neared the end of the month, heading into April, I started searching for signs of green. The birds came back and while temperatures stayed low, I had high hopes. This is supposed to be the time of year when the daffodils bloom. We’re supposed to be a week away from apple blossoms.
The blizzard on March 24 brought high winds and flurries that turned to a white out. Halfway through the eight inches that fell, my tiny dog was chest deep in snow. A week later, the Easter snowstorm was white icing on the cake, a bad April Fool’s joke.
Even while the world is frozen, the birds sing as though they know the date on the calendar. They are busily pairing up and building their nests. Maybe they know something I don’t. Luckily temps have been above freezing, so it all melts quickly. First thing in the morning, I’d walk out to a sparkling wonderland. By afternoon, all that was left were a few gray lumps.
When it snowed for the third week in a row last weekend, the birds sang anyway, but I groaned. You can see my dog’s opinion of all this here. Today is day 109.
The heater on my car went out. If it were really spring, I’d let it go for a while, but now, that’s not an option. When I dropped it at the dealer, they handed me a key for a loaner and said it was a Tacoma parked right out front. I put my foot on the thigh high step, grabbed the steering wheel and head rest and hoisted myself in to drive it home.
Hopefully by the time you read this, spring will have come for good. But if you happened to see me this morning, sticking ass-backward out of a big white truck, hanging on for dear life with my feet flailing in the air, now you understand why.