Six more weeks of winter. That is what the groundhog said today when he saw his shadow. I say I won't survive. I can't do it, something has to give. The older I get the harder winter is for me. I do believe I am a girl of every season but I have had a little less patience with the cold and dreary and I find myself considering the idea of living somewhere that it never snows, there is no inversion and January doesn't leave you singing the blues (I never really would move, it just isn't me to leave what I have always known but sometimes I think about it). Thanks to Coldwell Banker two years ago we were in Flordia in February. Last year we went to Puerto Vallarta. This year, NOTHING to look forward to, no toes in the sand, no oceanside walks, just the same old blah, blah, getting really tired of winter feeling. Okay, so we are going to St. George next weekend but this trip has historically been an opportunity to hope for brighter days only to be disappointed with record breaking cold and rain. PLEASE be good to us this year. I REALLY need some vitamin D. It is becoming an actual physical longing I am having.
Longing for the sound of birds to replace the whir of the furnace.
Longing for that first short-sleeved day you spend outside only to realize your arms are a little pink from the sun.
Longing for the green grass to replace the crunchy brown.
Longing for the sound of kids laughing, big wheels rolling, balls bouncing.
Longing for a brisk walk around the trail, a smile on your face because it feels so good to not be on the treadmill.
Longing for the crocuses, followed by the daffodils, and then the tulips.
Longing for the popcorn on the Apricot trees and the pink blossoms of the Flowering Cherries.
Longing for the dirt that needs to be turned, hours spent working in the yard.
Longing for the sun to shine long after dinner.
Longing to hear the crack of a bat and the pop of a mitt.
Longing for warmer, brighter, cheerier days.
Longing for Spring!
That whole groundhog thing is just a superstition anyhow. And, he lives in Pennsylvania or somewhere far away like that. It doesn't really apply to us here in Utah. So, winter is over....make way for Spring... PLEASE!
Longing for the sound of birds to replace the whir of the furnace.
Longing for that first short-sleeved day you spend outside only to realize your arms are a little pink from the sun.
Longing for the green grass to replace the crunchy brown.
Longing for the sound of kids laughing, big wheels rolling, balls bouncing.
Longing for a brisk walk around the trail, a smile on your face because it feels so good to not be on the treadmill.
Longing for the crocuses, followed by the daffodils, and then the tulips.
Longing for the popcorn on the Apricot trees and the pink blossoms of the Flowering Cherries.
Longing for the dirt that needs to be turned, hours spent working in the yard.
Longing for the sun to shine long after dinner.
Longing to hear the crack of a bat and the pop of a mitt.
Longing for warmer, brighter, cheerier days.
Longing for Spring!
That whole groundhog thing is just a superstition anyhow. And, he lives in Pennsylvania or somewhere far away like that. It doesn't really apply to us here in Utah. So, winter is over....make way for Spring... PLEASE!
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