"Weather changes moods -
Spring is here again ...
And he don't know what it means ..."
- Nirvana, "In Bloom"
I’m shifting into slacker mode for the next few days: one “quickie” post now, a regular one on Wednesday, then I’m calling it a week.
For today, you’ll have to humor me a bit more on this springtime weather thing – because I really can’t fathom how we’ve been so lucky here lately, when most of the country is enduring blizzards and sub-freezing temperatures.
(I realize this could trigger another rash of “You suck” and “I hate you, it’s freezing here lately” comments and e-mails, but really, I don’t mind. Feel free to sound off – I won’t take it personally.)
I know it’s technically winter – but I can’t seem to convince myself that it’s not actually spring. And I’m not the only one having trouble; it seems as if the neighborhood trees have decided that we’re all ready to get our springtime groove on once again.
More and more, I find myself believing the trees. They make a convincing argument - especially when this is what I see outside my grocery store …
And this is a cherry tree outside of an elementary school …
And this is the parking lot of a church on Carmel Valley Road:
I know what the calendar says, and I know what the groundhog said - but I’m even more familiar with these trees. I run past them nearly every day, so many times that I can almost hear their whispers in the breeze. And lately, they’re assuring me that winter’s merely a fading memory.
Of course, it’s quite likely that we’re mistaken, and our area's in for a few more serious cold spells before the first official day of spring. In the meantime, the trees and I will just count our blessings, thankful that we’re included among the lucky ones.