This time of year

This is the worst time of year.  Winter, which began as a Christmassy celebration in December and became a blustry adventure in January, is just a drag now in March.  The snow on the ground is heavy and dirty.  Every day it melts a teeny, tiny bit more.  What’s the delay?  Why not melt all at once and give us some crocuses already?

And yet, it’s the best time of year.  March is like the Thursday night of the year.  The entire spring and summer are full of potential.  This summer, we say, this summer we’ll grow all our vegetables and we’ll go to the zoo and we’ll go camping like we always mean to.  I’ll get great abs by bathing suit season.  We’ll finish all the home improvement projects we meant to finish last summer.  Etc, etc.

This time of year, everything is on the way up.  Including the temperature.

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About Rachel

I'm a grad student in the physical sciences at the University of Michigan and mother of one.
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2 Responses to This time of year

  1. It seems like a lesson in patience… one I’m not doing well with myself. Spring must come…now! I did see the first green buds on our trees. Yes!! : )

  2. K says:

    I can’t wait for Spring. March is such a tease.

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