I know it’s only March 6th and I say this too early every year, but the air does seem different recently. There is a thaw going on and that can’t help but make us imagine we feel spring in the air. Spring is absolutely my favourite season. I know people complain about the garbage that turns up after the whole winter during which nobody picked up their dogs poop or their own gum wrappers, apparently imagining that snow would magically decompose these things during the melting process; to say nothing of the slush, the mud and the ubiquitous pot holes. I am aware of all this unpleasantness, but overarching all this is the song that fills my heart as the snow melts, the air gets warmer, and actual green(ish) grass is gradually revealed. You can skip out of the house with your coat unbuttoned; you lose your gloves after a whole winter of keeping good track of them because (“tra-la-la!”) one day your hands aren’t cold so you forget them at the restaurant. You have to wear your billy boots, or Bogs, or whatever is made of rubber and won’t inhibit you from wading happily through the puddles that are everywhere for the next two months.
Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. Yes, there’s a thaw going on but real spring is still at least a month away. But still, a month! That’s nothing! Courage, people!
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