
On our maiden voyage to the park yesterday, I could not help but think that Dickens was clearly speaking of New England in this quote.
At the first sign of weather above freezing, we open our windows to air out the 5 months of living in a stagnant house. We go play in the park even with a foot of snow and ice still covering the ground. We watch the birds make their way to their bird baths and feeders still filled with ice. We scrape the frost off our windows in the morning only to smile at the emerging crocuses later in the day. We walk down the street in our t-shirts yet still have a scarf around our neck. We are giddy about pulling out our summer skirts, tank tops and flip flops, only to realize that we can not yet put away the bulky sweaters and sweatshirts.
But as the suns afternoon rays are pouring through my window, I can not help but simply smile. Spring is here.
Go see Tabitha for more Sunday Citar.
I've never been happier for spring. Maybe I've felt that way at the end of each of my 5 winters here, but it seems like even more this time. :)
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