Early Spring

Apparently the groundhog failed to see his shadow this year, predicting an early spring.  Oh, how I hope that turns out to be true.  I am frankly, bored with winter!  The weather has been exactly the same for weeks, months, forever.  Another week ahead of snow and 16 degree weather!  Can't wait for spring.

All the things I love to do the most require warmer weather, unlike my husband who rejoices with the unique differences of each winter day.  Yuk!   I want to play tennis outside.  I want to walk to the store.  I want to plant flowers,  weed the garden, watch the birds, spend hours in the sunroom, and so forth.

While Gerry is away in Utah, I've put in my request for 60 degree weather in New York.  I also hope that turns out to be true as well.    Growing up in the south meant that spring was well under way by February, with daffodils in bloom.  It has taken a quarter of a century for me to be resigned to the fact that spring happens here in May,  late May even!

May the prediction of the groundhog turn out to be true! Please, please!

Spring, spring, come in March
come and bring some warmer days
come real soon, oh lovely spring
Come again, and stay!