If not for the Gregorians and their wacky ideas about time, this February could have gone out in a blaze of glory. Look at this sunset last night from the park near our house...
It was gorgeous -- streaks of gold and red running beneath the biggest, pinkest cloud I've ever seen. The air was crisp. I though it was a perfect way to send off the bitterest month, with beautiful colors and a chill in the evening.
Instead, this morning we woke up to an extra day of this nonsense, with warmer temperatures and air as thick as split-pea soup. Oh yeah, this too...
You can't exactly tell from the photo, but it is pouring. I work in a skyscraper downtown, more than 50 stories up, so our heads are sometimes quite literally stuck in the clouds. But usually they aren't quite so gray and stormy and serious.
Of course February would have to rain all over my parade. Here waits March in the wings, patiently shuffling it's lion-and-lamb-like feet. Holding our trip to DC and Kyle's birthday. Promising sunny afternoons that smell like spring and frosty nights that hold the last charm of winter. Making shadow-puppets on the edge of February's limelight with tiny shoots that are starting to peek through our mulch.
It's spring fever. That is the name of it. And when you've got it, you want -- oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! [Mark Twain]
There are so many things I want this spring, big and small. Mostly I just want it to be filled to the brim with joy -- in little jokes, in pretty things, in contentment and excitement and sunshine.
Getting Teddy to consistently pee outdoors wouldn't be bad either.
What are you most excited for this spring?