I’m not saying I have Seasonal Affective Disorder or anything, but a lack of sunshine up here in the winter months really takes it’s toll. And spring here is also cruel, giving us a few days of nice temps or sunshine (or if we’re really lucky, both at the same time!), but then the 30 and 40 degree temps come back in the end. And it isn’t until we’re well into May that we can relax and realize that spring is here, for another month and a half until it turns downright hot, and the switch is flipped to summer.
To all the people that call spring their favorite season, I understand why. The hope, the baby animals, the buds, yadda yadda… But where I live, it just doesn’t live up to the hype. Yeah, we have a few nice days here and there, but most of the time, we’re left wishin’ and hopin’ and prayin’.
Today is one of those pretty nice days: 65 degrees, although overcast, still enough of a breeze to require a jacket, and lovely little harbingers of warmer weather making their presence known:
(please disregard the weeds in the picture – I have no idea how they got there! And don’t get excited about the tulip-looking thing beside the crocus… My tulips are head-less….)
But I’m no dummy, and I ain’t gonna fall for it. I think we’re back down to the 40s again this weekend. The wait continues…