Spring has sprung
I can tell it’s finally here, I can feel it.
I know because lately, when I walk outside, I have the pleasant urge to close my eyes, stand still, and turn my face to the sun. I’m always hurrying on my way somewhere, but I feel like I could stand there for hours.
If I let myself pause, I almost start to cry. It’s not until one of these moments that I realize how long and grey and cold it’s been. While it’s wintertime I look on the bright side–beautiful white snow, a warm cozy fireplace, and holidays with family. But as January turns to February and the snow still hasn’t melted on my north-facing front lawn, it feels like winter may never end.
Soon the sun shines, the children emerge to ride their bikes and scooters, and I realize how long I’ve been waiting for spring. The winds still blow, and the clouds may come out and dump another foot of snow, but now it melts quickly and within a few days it feels like spring again.
My husband says he loves living in Utah because he enjoys having all four seasons. And I agree–even though I long for spring, I don’t really want to live where it is always spring. It’s the cold winter that makes spring so worth waiting for. I enjoy the season of planting and preparing. I’m happy when it warms up, dries up, and all the children get a break from school. The soaring summer temperatures are bearable because I know fall will come, and they will go back to school! And soon winter comes again, to be followed by another spring.