The magic of spring
I got excited after watching the news the other day. They reported that it was finally … spring! After having a winter that was below 65F for 132 consecutive days, I am so ready to begin the thawing process.
Imagine my disappointment when the following days included rain, fog and even some more snow! I had been silly enough to actually believe warmer weather was on its way. I even took my car to the car wash to wash the last salt sprays of winter off.
Now my car is covered in the first salt sprays of spring, which may sound rhythmic but is quite frankly depressing. The only way to bridge the gap between the joys of spring and the coldness of winter is to dream about what could, should and may hopefully happen in the next few months. Here goes my attempt.
Spring means that the ice banks that have built up over the past five frigid months will finally begin to melt. It means that the daffodils will soon start to push up from beneath the ground and flower, with their glorious yellow hues.
It means that I will be able to exchange my scarf, hat, gloves, fleece, winter coat, leg warmers and boots for a more relaxed (but still warm) dress code. I might even decide to brave a no-gloves approach on my walk to college, if the sun allows it.
Spring means that college courses are nearing completion and that spring break is close by. It means that the allure of summer is not too far away. It means that soon we will be able to hear the birds chirping, see the squirrels scampering around and maybe even spot a chipmunk or two.
For those that love all that is Brewers (because why would you support any other team if you live in Wisconsin) it means opening day has arrived! It means the smell of wonderful meats grilling will soon fill the air. Beer, brats and baseball will soon become a hot topic. People will start to dream about the possibility of a World Series win.
Dreams are made in spring; it’s the season that allows us to realize a new year is upon us, and that our resolutions can be kept. It motivates me to start planning and accomplishing, because after spring comes summer and then fall … and then winter. And the cycle begins again.
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