On my morning walk, the brisk, biting wind made me forget that it is March, but the daylight of 6:45 AM was a sign that spring is coming. The first thing that I noticed was not the chirping birds (too cold for them this morning), but the green grass that was trying to show its beauty. As I zigzagged from block to block through my neighborhood with the wind blowing right through me, it was the green grass that somehow kept me warm (at least my thoughts:).
The green grass soon disappeared. Four hours later, as I drove my daughter to her indoor soccer game, the snow was flying, blowing, and settling on all of the green space that was finally recovering from winter. It made for a little white knuckle driving, and quickly took me out of my “spring is coming” mood. When I finally made it home from the game, my eighth grader had shoveled a spot to play some lacrosse off the bounce back. The green grass was back, and I realized that I wasn’t the only one hoping for spring.
This evening, the green grass had completely disappeared, and my dream of a nice Saturday evening of grilling turned into a frigid, snowy (sideways blowing snow) night of grilling. As soon as dinner was done, I went to the computer to check the local forecast to be sure that spring is right around the corner. It is. The forecast for Wednesday is sixty-one degrees and sunny. There is hope. So, tonight, I am washing up my shorts and cleaning the golf clubs for the warmer temperatures. I know it may be a little premature (since I live in Syracuse, NY), but I’m hopeful.