We are on the downhill slope now. Despite the fact that it is a blizzard outside my window, I refuse to give in to the urge to crawl into bed and stay there until spring. Well, maybe I will crawl in for just a few minutes.
Every year March manages to bring me down, with its relentless zig and zag from winter to thaw and back again. This March is no different, except for the fact that everything else is different. This prairie city has a thaw, a beautiful glimpse of dripping spring when kids strip off their coats and believe they can have picnics in the back yard just for today. Later that night the snow blows in again, the puddles freeze and the temperature drops to -21. Convincing everyone to put on their snow pants and scarves this morning brought no one any joy, as the novelty of playing the snow is long past in this cantankerous month of March.
So, what can you do? Focus on the positive. Blue sky days do still outnumber the grey ones, and spring will come because it does every single year without fail. Children will still strip off their coats and insist on wearing capri pants well before the weather really recommends that fashion choice. Eventually the snow will melt. The rivers will thaw and sparkle, the ground will turn green, the leaves will unfurl. We will get to experience the rolling wheat fields, the grasslands, the lakes. The outdoors will call to us, and we will throw off the fleece blanket, uncurl from the couch and answer it. Soon.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~ Albert Einstein