Only four days ago it was thirty-two degrees outside, we had our flannel sheets on the bed, and I was still wearing my fuzzy socks to bed at night.
Today, it was in the mid-eighties and tomorrow it is supposed to be eighty-nine degrees outside.
We skipped Spring here in Virginia and I’ve got a problem with it.
I am a four seasons kind of girl. I need each season for specific reasons. Fall brings crisp evenings, crunchy leaves and Halloween night just chilly enough for some warm spiced cider. Winter, well, on a good year it brings snow, rosy cheeked children and me curled up with a good book by the fire or in a hot bath. Summer is time for the pool, A/C and popsicles – anything to beat the heat!
And then there’s Spring. The season of rebirth and renewal. The most beautiful time of year as everything greens up, flowers bloom, the temperatures are mild and the birds are singing happily in the trees. It is the time when my children shed their winter selves and get back outside to nature. It is just a happy, happy time.
Bummer. I love Spring. Hate it for my allergies, but love it for just about every other reason.
These two days of intense heat will send all the trees and flowers into overdrive and instead of getting to enjoy their beauty for any extended period of time, I will suffer the worst allergies I’ve had in years.
How about you? Is it Spring around your parts? I heard it snowed in Denver yesterday.