The calendar says that today is the first day of spring. A glance outside tells me otherwise.
I don’t remember any other time that I’ve been so desperate for warm weather. I need park time with Malone, a weather related reason to shave my legs, and an excuse to paint my toe nails.
Every time I hear the song “Here Comes The Sun” by the Beatles, I know exactly what they are celebrating. It has been a long cold lonely winter here in New England. Ahh.. New England. It’s not like I didn’t know what to expect when I moved here. I’m just over it.
Snow and I are no longer friends.
And that stupid groundhog lied.
The ONLY thing I’ve got going for me right now in the spring department is Daylight Savings. Which according to my friend Tamara, should be a national holiday. She’s wise. And an amazing writer and photographer. You should read her blog. Also, her husband might be the best cooks I know. For real.
Malone is feeling the itch too. He’s been talking about beach time and wondering when we can play at the park again.
Sorry buddy. I wish I knew that answer. I can tell you that it will be after the snow melts and hopefully before the rain starts.
And what kills me the most looking back at the last THREE years, the weather has been amazing by now.
In 2011 a baby/toddler Malone took a stroll downtown and donned one of my favorite rainbow themed outfits later. As I write this, he’s rocking those same pants just a few sizes larger thanks to a recent thrifting adventure. Babies in chucks? I die.
And here we stand in 2013 with snow on the ground and all of our winter gear still in heave rotation. This year at the St. Patrick’s Day parade Malone wore snow boots, a hat, and a heavy jacket. I had mittens and snow pants on standby.
Come soon Spring.