I love spring; it reminds me of the cycle of life. My first experience of a full winter left me with a sense of awe and a feeling of loss for the trees that were so burdened down with snow and ice, and the beautiful plants and flowers that lost all their foliage. At that time, I did not know, as I do now, that spring is a time for re-birth, for hope, when things return to life with an added boldness to make up, it seems, for the time it was inactive. My favorite memory of walking home from school on a Friday, discovering every mud puddle and blaming my soaked through shoes and uniform on the rain, was revived during one of my early spring days.
Tulips are another reason for my love affair with spring. Curious about them, I did some preliminary research and to my delight discovered that their name means rebirth and each color has a different significance. They are such delicate flowers, have a regal appearance and add elegance and flair to any garden or environment. In my gratitude for this revival, as it were, I am eager to visit the hardware store to buy new plants for my yard and to adorn my living areas, although I know it is too early in the season and I should wait until Memorial Day to do any new plantings.
My calendar also begins to take on new life and I look forward to adding more social events to take me outside so I can enjoy this beautiful weather, meet new people, travel and enjoy new experiences. I also have to rethink my wardrobe: out with the trusted and safe black, brown and blues and in with the pastels – yellow, green, red and even white – with my trusted beloved blue raincoat and matching scarves (hopefully I’ll purchase those long talked about rain shoes this year). I dislike getting wet in the mornings, but almost welcome it at the end of the day in the hopes that it may wash away any heaviness that may try to accompany me home from work.
I don’t know about you but I am so ready for spring! Every year at the end of winter, I do my best and am mostly successful at forgetting the events that occurred during the season. But this year it was different and I must admit that I find myself ‘ice shocked’. So, with that being said, it is time to quit my mourning the death of trees and shrubs, and sometimes distant travel that winter symbolizes for me, and make way for spring where new dreams, hopes and opportunities beckon.