Saturday, February 28, 2004
Spring has sprung
The snow that once buried our homes melts in inches by the day. The roads are a constant puddle, leaving Friday a muddy mess after our walk and the birds chirp constantly.
The birds are the key. They are the final sign that spring is quickly approaching, because their wild chatter doesn’t start until the future is certain. Then they chatter non-stop, from the break of day to the late afternoon.
It’s very cliché that I should talk about change in the same breath I talk about spring, but every year it seems only appropriate. Just as things were settling down, it seems that this week I was particularly reminded that they can’t settle for long. We have a wedding soon, as do some of our good friends. Summer is on its way and we’ll soon enter the yard to clean it up. There is also change that’s happened that I’m unwilling to face, but forced to do so, which makes the situation all the more melancholy.
As with everything, this too will pass before I know it.
posted by paula
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