Spring, such as it is, has sprung.
Spring, it’s my favorite time of year. The brighter days, the warmer weather, the return of flowers and green … the season works its magic to erode the melancholy Winter has left in its path. I’m not usually one to wax poetic (limericks, I’m told, don’t count) but even I understand that Spring is a season of hope and renewal.
There is a proverb:
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
This is as true for life as it is for the seasons. To be honest, I find comfort in this concept, and I’m holding on to this thought with both hands as I push myself forward.
Although, in the spirit of full disclosure, I am equally driven by the words of the incomparable Robin Williams:
Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s party!”
Well, considering we were struck with a mid-March snowstorm (in between bouts of warm weather no less) — a late season f**k you from Mother Nature — I guess rain isn’t all that bad. I mean, it could be worse. Friends of mine in Nevada are under several inches of snow as we speak. In April. You have to admit, Mother Nature is nothing if not sarcastic. Gotta love that in a deity.
Oh, Mother Nature, Mother Nature, you know I have such reverence and admiration for you. You are awe-inspiring and well, simply stated, amazing. But…come on! You had weeks and weeks to send Winter this way and you waited until NOW? A snowstorm? Seriously!? Right in time for Spring?? What the hell!? I’m sorry, with all due respect…this is such bullshit!