Unless you’ve been living under a rock or in some beautiful temperate climate like certain family-members of mine (hi sis!) you are probably aware that Spring has sprung.
Just the other day I had to close the blinds at my desk because the sun was streaming in with enough force to blind a small country. It sort of tore my up inside to close those blinds. We’ve been without a shining sun for so long that I was starting to feel like a creature of the night. When that beautiful ball of fire burst through my window so abruptly I was almost worried that I might burst into flames or worse, SPARKLE! But I didn’t.
Although I welcome every ray of sun that comes my way, I’m a little tentative about this whole spring thing. I am so pumped I no longer have to tuck my pants into winter boots and carry my ‘indoor shoes’ in my purse. I am more than excited about waking up to a room full of light and I am thrilled that my car no longer requires a 20 minute de-icing session in the morning.
But, I am tentative. I have lived in Canada far to long to be fooled by this little game. I think we’re all being tricked into a false sense of security by this wonderful weather. I think there is still a bit more snow in those clouds. Not a lot, but enough to rain on our parade, so to speak. I am determined not to be blindsided by the weather this year. My boots are still standing at attention ready to be thrust into action at the first sign of snow. My scraper is poised and ready for use against the harshness of a midnight freeze and my heart is guarded against the warm weather’s attempt to soften us.
Unfortunately, the girl I saw today walking down the street in short booty shorts and flip flops is more easily seduced by mother nature than I am. I’m concerned for her. I hope she survives the shocking revelation that she is living in Canada and it is March. I am also concerned that the bit of her butt that is hanging out of those shorts may get frostbite. I do hope she is ok.