Usually, I can’t wait for the arrival of Spring. By the time March rolls around, I want nothing more than to be finished with Winter. I hate Winter’s short, cold days and its long, even colder nights. I hate the dry air in my house that creates chapped skin and generates shocks from static electricity despite the best efforts of my humidifier. And although I love walking shelter dogs three times a week, I hate doing it in freezing temperatures. My eyes water from the cold wind, my fingers turn white, and my nose hair freezes. So ordinarily, the first sign of Spring fills me with joy and a hope for better things.
But this year, Spring came too early, even for me. Although we had some truly cold days in December and a few frosty days in January, February brought an early warmth that fooled the local foliage into thinking that it was time to bloom. Before the month was over, daffodils and crocuses were out, and the magnolias, pear trees, forsythia and many other bushes and trees I can’t name were in full flower. And through it all, I just kept thinking, “But it’s too early for this! It’s not even March yet!”
The timing of it all just struck me as off, and even a little bit creepy. I felt out of sorts on many days, and even something as simple as getting dressed became complicated. Should I go downstairs and root through my bins of warm-weather clothes to find something to wear, or put on one of the winter sweaters I usually wear in February and hope that wherever I was going had air-conditioning? As odd as it sounds, I yearned for at least one more snowfall, and temperatures that still required a coat.
And then March finally arrived, and I began to think that perhaps it wasn’t too early for the balmy weather and glorious colors of Spring after all. Sure, it was still a few weeks ahead of schedule, but warm weather in March isn’t that unusual where I live. So I finally decided that Spring had indeed sprung, and started in with my usual spring routines. I packed away my heavy sweaters, began my Spring house-cleaning and even thought about putting out a few Easter decorations. And whenever I was outside, I found myself not only noticing, but truly appreciating the cheerful colors on all the flowering trees and bushes.
Which meant, of course, that Winter has decided to make a comeback. In a couple of days the temperatures are supposed to plummet, and we are expected to receive a “wintry mix” that will probably include accumulating snow. The colorful blooms I’ve been admiring will wither and turn brown, while other plants that have just begun to bud out may not bloom at all. I may even have to figure out where I stashed the snow shovel.
But I’m not worried. I know that all I have to do to send Winter packing (at least until next year) is to pretend that I’m truly enjoying the cold weather this weekend. I’m going to light a fire in the fireplace, put on my favorite winter sweater, make hot chocolate, and if there’s enough snow, I’m even going to build a snowman. Because believe me, that’s all it will take to make Spring come roaring right back.