Ode to the Sun
The sun is shining right now. The sky is blue. The snow is almost gone from my yard. Even though the grassis brown and soggy, it is a beautiful sight to behold. The air smells like earth. If I had planted bulbs, they would be sprouting. The weatherman is predicting 57 by the end of the week. That is practically shorts weather. (Unless you are a teenager and wear shorts all year round like the neighbor boy.)Glory hallelujah!
As of Saturday I will have accomplished an amazing task:
I will be a February Survivor.
I can wear a green ribbon on my lapel.
Green: the color of grass, the color of trees, the color of the Wasatch Front mountains before July hits, the color of tuna sandwiches soaked in lime kool aid (don’t ask), the color that my eyes are turning.
Yesterday, I walked the dog (only the second time this month). It started to rain, but I didn’t mind. Porter didn’t mind. Just was we reached our farthest point, it started to pour! We ran through puddles and the rain ran down our faces and soaked our clothes/fur. It was heavenly. Thank you rain that isn’t snow.
I know there are still snowstorms to come before spring finally springs, but I am going to revel in the sun today and every day this week. I am going to walk the dog and let the sun lighten my winter blah hair and darken my winter white skin. And count it among the Lord’s tender mercies.
Is February as hard for you as it is for me?
Are you a February Survivor?
February is hard.
Could you remind me what the color green looks like?
Sarah, you are totally a February Survivor.
Green, ah, is there any color more amazing than green in springtime? The first blades of grass, the little buds on the branches. How quickly we take it for granted after everthing has bloomed.
Right now the only thing really green in my yard are the weeds. How do they manage to survive and even thrive under all that snow? I suppose I’d do better to be more like a …weed.