Yesterday, I was driving along, and I spied, with my little eye, a patch of bare ground. Bare ground. With grass. You are not going to get the import of that until you understand that I haven't thaw bare ground since end of November, first part of December. We usually get some sort of a warm up in there, and the snows goes partially, or even all the way, off. Not this year. It came, it stayed. I am about tired of winter, so that patch of bare ground was a beautiful thing to see.
Yesterday was warm-ish...in the thirties (that's 1 or 2 degrees for you celcius people). It was sunny. Yesterday was a day of possibilities, a day when you could sense that the tides were turning, that something new and fresh was on the way.
At work yesterday, I said to my customers, "Wow! Wasn't today a beautiful day?" and they all said, "Yes!" and told me their little stories about their beautiful day. One of them smiled and said to me..."Today at Chapman Dam, I saw a robin!"
Ah~!!!! Sounds stupid doesn't it? But there is nothing so wonderful as watching winter slipping out as spring comes high stepping in! Flowers and rain and warmth and...
They call this spring fever, and I have it bad. Reeeeeeealllly bad!