I saw a bunch of brave little sprouts yesterday, a couple of bare-legged joggers and the sun shining on our dinner table — all signs that spring had popped into Wisconsin
Even though she’s a fickle, fleeting guest, spring ushers in such a welcome boost of optimism that I’m glad to see her every time. Out with the dirty snow and crankiness, and in with the fresh air and joy.
It’s been an especially oppressive winter for us all and I’m looking forward to some sunshine, clear sidewalks, picnics and fun. We squeezed in a bike ride and a bonfire yesterday and look forward to more of the same during this magical stretch of weather.
We’re sneaking in as much spring celebration as we can right now because we’ve lived here a season or 200 and we know this is just the taster box. The real spring is still a few weeks away.
But, it’s out there, man. And this year’s is going to be the happiest of all.
Because when those lilacs bud this year, they’re going to herald not just an end to winter but also, hopefully, the waning days of this awful pandemic.
It’s been so gratifying to see our most vulnerable family members get their vaccines and to know the rollout is picking up steam. Light and freedom await, along with festivals, concerts, yoga classes, family visits and dinner parties.
Hope springs eternal, springs run merrily, and there’s a spring in our boot-free steps.
Hang in there, friends. We’re nearly there.