It’s not spring yet… it’s not spring yet… it’s not spring yet.
It’s my mantra right now. Most of the snow and ice is melted from the yard. I’m able to get out (without a coat or even sweatshirt) and walk the dog. The footprint of my bales, where there is not grass, is showing. YA has mentioned plants for the garden this year as well as some solar light that she thinks we need in the back.
But I’m cynical and am waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s just too unbelievable that spring is here. Didn’t the groundhog see his shadow? My winter attitude does well for me. I was able to run errands this past February (when it was hovering around zero) with a sweatshirt, scarf and gloves. So I’m a little skeptical that I can break out the zorries and tank tops. If I lose my winter attitude, what happens if spring is just jerking us around?
How do you handle the changes of season? Do you have a favorite?