It’s been a darn cold winter in Western New York. On the plus side, there has been plenty of snow for the kids but my feet have been frozen for months. I’m looking forward to spring. I want to smell damp earth, not ice, in the air. I want daffodils, mud puddles, my birth month, SoloPlay’s release date. Spring means my husband will plant his heirloom seeds in the basement (not a euphemism) and will perhaps be a little less stir crazy, a huge relief to the whole family.
Spring is on its way. To me, that’s almost as good as its arrival. (Almost, I said almost!) I am crazy with anticipation, breathless with waiting. I’m flirting with spring, and it’s a sure thing. Why rush? Every snowflake that chills my cold soul now will create more longing for the coming sun.
Which season is your favorite? And what makes you love it?
(P.S. Yes, you may have seen this post on the Samhain blog… forgive me. It didn’t have very long in the sun and I wanted it for my own.)