So March 20th marks the first day of spring. It’s been beautiful for weeks. We had such a mild winter. The kids only wore their snow gear twice. I shoveled once. NOW it’s spring. March. Spring. Actual spring weather. Something is up. I’m just not buying it.
I’m dying to put away the boots, snow pants, and heavy sweaters. Introducing bright airy colors to the boys’ wardrobe. Bringing out the patio set and filling the propane tank for the grill. Having the hubs split wood for the fire pit. Getting those darn leaves out of the garden and sticking my hands into the dirt. But I’m scared. I can’t help but think that Mother Nature is playing a cruel joke on us. Any of you New Englanders remember the snow storm of April 1st, 1997? They called it the April Fools Day Blizzard. I remember it. Vividly. I spent two days alone in Philadelphia airport followed by another 8 hours in La Guardia in hopes of one day returning to Providence safely with my $20 in my pocket.
I love spring. I love it for the fresh new start it brings. Everything and everyone seems to come to life again. And I love the cleaning of course. Getting into those places you normally don’t get to. Purging of things you really just don’t need. I just can’t shake this fear that if I start all of this “spring cleaning” that we’re going to be dumped on. Dumped with a foot of snow. Then I’ll be in the basement digging winter clothes back out. What’s going to happen if I give into this spring fever…will it truly last or will I jinx it?
Have you started switching over to spring?