It's Almost Spring!!!!

I can't wait until Spring. It was snowing heavily when I woke up, an hour later the snow had turned into small, wet flakes, and about two hours later, the sun was out, the wind had died down, and it was warm enough to go without a coat. It had to be about 35 degrees!!! Yay!!!! Now, this slight upturn in the weather department has made me yearn all the more for Spring. Flowers. Green grass. Birds chirping. Mud. Flooded basement. My beagle/basset Jill finding the smallest escape possible under the fence and running away (she always returns about an hour later after scouting the neighborhood). More mud. Tons of potholes (caves, really). Frost heaves settling down. Who doesn't love Spring???? I can't wait. I bought some paint today for touch-ups around the house, I bought some mini blinds for my room to replace the ugly OLD shades, and I even bought some new curtain rods to replace the bent and broken ones in various windows.

I'm so ready to get started. This has been a very hard winter, both emotionally and health-wise. I always feel as though spring is a time of renewal and new beginnings. I'm ready. I have so many things to look forward to, and so many goals to be met. I know I won't be able to accomplish all of them, or even get close; however, just choosing a few of the more important ones, or even having them "chosen" for me because of circumstances, makes me feel like I'm still in the Game of Life.

The four feet or more of snow will slowly but surely melt; the little buds waiting under the ground to spring forth will emerge in a blaze of glory; the trees will start to reach even higher to the sky, and my windows will stay open longer and longer each day to allow the beautiful breeze to dance through the house and kiss us all with its beauty and promise. I'm ready. Even with some of the downsides of spring (see "list" above...ha ha), it's still a glorious time. With every mud season comes the promise of enough rain to keep us hydrated; with the wet basement comes the reminder that I have tons of stuff down there to be sorted and thrown away, but I've been blessed enough to have been able to buy; potholes and frost heaves are nature's way of giving us the assurance that the circle of the seasons still holds true; and worrying about my precious Jill means that she is still alive to drive me crazy and worry about her, which I wouldn't trade for anything.

I'm ready. A few more snowstorms--spring storms as we call them here--and we will be done. Another year of possiblilities is upon us. Every day a new blessing to be thankful for.

I'm ready.