Let’s celebrate, for no big reason other than I have a new banner on my blog, and want to thank the talented artist, Julie Rowan Zoch, and spring has finally arrived. My first full New York winter, while I appreciate the magic of snow, left me wondering if I had lost a few marbles in giving up the two-month above freezing, blue-skied Nice winters! But an adverse winter makes for a sweeter spring.
It sneaks in overnight following its own time frame, just like snow does, and we all become kids again. Spring. It begins, not when the clocks go forward or at the spring equinox, but on that day where you realize you’re sweating in your winter jacket and someone smiles at you on the subway! Spring is about much more than the weather, though that’s a lot to do with it. We all get that feeling winter has finally relinquished its frozen grip and won’t be back for months. It’s about the promise of good things to come, like bare feet and barbecues, beach days and ice-cold beer.
Do you hibernate? Do you shovel? How was your winter? Mine was seeped in: hoodies, hot chocolate, accommodation swapsies, a heavy study-load, crazy commutes to Long Island and twinges of loneliness in this new city—all good character-building challenges. But, I sure am ready for some fun! The blossom is still only a promise on most of the trees in Central Park, but the Magnolia buds are teasing us with their swollen tips. Spring simply injects optimism into one’s step.
Snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils cheer up yards and parks, and if I were in England, bluebells would be carpeting the woods. I fling open the windows wide and breathe in the freshness of the Manhattan air scooping down 79th from the Hudson!! It is fair enough to sit in the park on warm rocks and read. The extended daylight and heat are a tonic to my mood. The bottom line is spring is the doorway to summer and I am a summer gal at heart. When I lived in the tropics I never became bored with or complacent about the heat but I missed the seasonal transitions. Spring is a time of birth (lambs, fledglings, kittens, hope), awakening, a resurgence of life, a promise of change.
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
–Rainer Maria Rilke