The snow has piled up. The drift between my house and the neighbors to the north is at least 4 – 5 feet tall. I’m not talking about a drift plowed there by the snow plows. No I’m talking about snow that was either fallen or blown there (by wind or snow blowers). That is too high. I’m so ready for spring to be here and to have some green grass and leaves back.
I am looking forward to my rhododendron bush blooming again. I also am excited to see how my bush fence is going to come in. I am hoping to have more lilacs this year. The endlessness of the white snow and cold winter has finally worn me out.
I backed up to leave my driveway and realized the drift between the two houses was so high I couldn’t see over it to tell what was coming in the road. That is too much winter.
I’m one of the few people who sits back to enjoy the snow on the trees, the contrast between the white snow and evergreen trees. However, enough already, I want some warmth. I want the snow to stop falling – I don’t care that it is big fluffy pretty flakes. It is still cold and will just add to that damn drift.
I look out my window both at work and at home and think – more white stuff.. can’t we have some relief from this? Outside my window at work there is a lovely giant evergreen which is picturesque. It is one of the darker pines dusted with a lovely layer of white on the branches. It looks amazing.
I want to walk up to the tree and shake its trunk hard enough that all the snow falls off. Not that I could even if I were to walk across campus to do it. The tree is too large. It represents winter to me. I am tired of winter – obviously.
I know I’ll get over this but for these moments – I just want to think of a summer breeze and the birds singing. I want to feel the sun on my face and be WARM. I want the breeze to cool me off not put me in a deep freeze.
I know I have another couple months to go before we see anything near to summer like weather.. until then I’m going to huddle impatiently under my quilt with the bright colors up so I feel like spring will come eventually.
2 thoughts on “Early Case of Spring Fever”
I suspect, my dear, that that is why we have Imbolc/Candlemas/St. Brigid's Day/Groundhog Day. You are far from the first to have reached this part of winter and longed for spring. Rest assured that it's starting, deep under those drifts, where you can't see it. And when the snow melts at last it will be not to make way for spring, but to reveal it.
I'm sure I'm not. Nearly everyone at work today was talking about the weather. It dipped back into the single digits here with wind chills below zero… it will probably be this way till the weekend – at least that is what the news people claim. Then we might – maybe get into the 40s. I'm hoping but not holding my breath.
It is interesting how you describe the wait for spring – it is sort of like the wait when we tell a story. It churns inside of us until we get it down on paper or on the computer… waiting and building until we can tell it how we want… 🙂 I like it..