Turning from 9th Street to walk north on New Hampshire St., I found this sign, which stuck me as truer than true weather. Winter’s not just been long, but relentless this year, at least in the places I traveled: excessive snow and ice in Vermont in April, bitter cold rain just last week in Iowa, and bouts of wintry mixes in Kansas when least expected and most unwelcomed.
Now that it’s spring full-on — blossoms curling up into nothing while the trees leaf out, temperatures in the 70s with a rollicking spring wind, and heat building everything — I feel a little like I’ve just been rescued from being lost in a snowdrift. I mean I love snow, really, but after a while a gal just needs to come in from the cold. Plus, who doesn’t like to be called “Little darling”?
So in celebration of spring, and the daringly wise individual who put this sign out, thank you to all that is unfolding, unfurling, blossoming, feathering out and showing its vibrant warm heart.