It’s not dark when I arrive home from work in recent weeks. I’ve been appreciating the people who live at the entrance to our neighborhood who planted crocus bulbs; the happy blossoms welcome me when I turn the corner toward home at the end of the day. In the morning, on the way to work, I have begun to catch just a glimpse of light coming over the mountain. The store entrances are bright and welcoming with bouquets bright yellow daffodils and heavenly smelling hyacinths.
I resolved last year, when the dark and wet winter began, that I would appreciate what the season had to offer and that I would not fall prey to the winter doldrums I have become prone to and, for the most part, I was successful. But it has gone on long enough and I am ready for a change.
I am ready for sunshine and dirt under my fingernails and muscles that ache after a day spent in the garden. I’m ready for salad made with fresh baby greens; I am ready to put away my black winter clothes and pull out cheerier attire. I am oh-so-ready to bid farewell to my black trouser socks until next winter and welcome sandals and flip-flops back into my life. I am ready to go for a pedicure!
What are you ready for?
“A little Madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King.” Emily Dickinson