Has this been the longest freakin' winter or what?
My heart sank when I woke up Friday morning to find it snowing, and sticking to the ground. Hello? Does "out like a lamb" even mean anything anymore?
Somewhere around mid-March I like to start the summer-winter clothing exchange. There's plenty of winter stuff to put away, but it's still too cold to use any of the lighter clothes. I'd really just like to get the snowsuits and boots put away because there is no real place to keep them on a daily basis and they are getting in the way of everything else in the mudroom.
There are some sunny places in town sporting crocuses. I planted a bunch last Fall and now I can't seem to find them. There are some green things coming up in the garden, mostly tulips, which will not bloom until late Spring. One of the Sunday morning news programs broadcast a shot of the blooming pink cherry trees in Washington DC, and I was momentarily visited with a desire to visit my sister. It didn't last. I do need some warmth, though. I'm tired of my winter coat.
Some scene in a movie Piper and I were watching this weekend evoked summer for us with that hum of insects at twilight. Boy, that brings me right back to childhood, and that feeling of endless freedom, bare feet, constant cookouts, and late bedtimes. Even as an adult, summer makes me feel more free.
I was beginning to despair of ever getting to that feeling again.
Piper poked at me while we were watching 60 Minutes last night. "Hear that?"
In the distance, I did hear that high-pitched almost whisting sound of the tree frogs out in the marsh. Peepers!