Autumn Tea by tfelix on Flickr.
Oh, Spring.
I’m usually not into all the winter-hating around me. I try to make the best of it. Appreciate the beauty of soft, sparkling snow. Enjoy a crisp breath of frigid fresh air. Have an excuse to cuddle up and do nothing and go nowhere.
But today, I’m longing for Spring.
Today I pretended that the sound of a snowblower outside was actually a lawn mower.
Right now I’m listening to a recording of rain falling (Thanks, Suzy), while denying the actual snow flying outside my window.
I keep looking at my pretty turquoise wellies and they tell me “We’re awesome. you should wear us.” I agree, but when I try to explain the extremely cold temperatures we’ve had lately (seriously, freaking cold.) they just don’t understand. After all, they’re just boots.
I’m glancing at my new jogging stroller and envisioning the lakeside route I’ll run as soon as it’s reasonable to be outside that long with a toddler (and in Saskatchewan I think 2 degrees Celsius is reasonable…right? Bundled up, of course.)
I’m imagining pussy willows and tulips, fresh dirt and green grass, robins and rainstorms.
*sigh*
I’m not so much hating winter as loving spring. Right?
