What do you do when winter changes to spring? Personally, I mourn a little. I know that’s weird. My daughter tells me how happy spring makes her with the promise of newness and rebirth. To me, it means stultifying heat is right around the corner, but as much as I wither in the heat, I can’t resist the green that comes to my part of the world.
I’m trying to embrace spring, so even as I’m writing to more scary deadlines, I’m planting lettuce in a container on my deck. My aunt sent me tomato seeds that have their beginnings in my grandmother’s garden in the 70s. I’m so hoping I don’t manage to kill them with my terrible thumb of death, but the good news is that my aunt is a regular Luther Burbank so the seeds will be available next year, too!
George, my kitten writing assistant has abandoned his post on my laptop keyboard to take up a hunting stance in the open front door. You just can’t tell when a lawn mower or a birdy will need hunting, but he’s doing his all to achieve dominion over his domain. Those frogs singing—he just has to give up on that. Too bewildering.
I’m exercising every day, but instead of the treadmill, I’m more often walking in my neighborhood. The hills are even more harsh than a treadmill’s incline, but I’m so much less bored looking at the outside.
Right now, a storm is rising outside. One of the slightly worrying aspects of living around here in the spring. There’s always the chance you’ll see the Wicked Witch of the West pedaling past your window. But, as always, we can use the rain.
What are you doing as spring comes to your door? Or, if you’re in one of those delightful places where spring is still waiting just outside your neighborhood, how do you plan to enjoy?
I have a couple of books, kind of wintry in tone, Christmas Always, and Now She’s Back, that I’d love to give to two folks who comment! I’ll have the kitten break off from hunting to pick a number. I might need extra help getting into the spring spirit!