Tuesday, March 24, 2009
It is snowing right now, but over the weekend it was in the 60s and sunny. The air had a definite warmth that held the promise of spring, and my daffodils responded by popping open overnight, all at once. There are now fat little buds on the trees in my yard, that will be open any day. I even ran outside - in just shorts and a short-sleeved shirt - and actually felt warm. I spent most of the weekend outside, and I found myself, more than once, proclaiming that I love spring. And its true - I do love spring. I love the promise that it brings, that my flowers and trees will come to life again. The grass will green up, and it will be warm enough for the girls to ride bikes without coats on.
It may sound funny to hear me admit that I love spring, especially to those of you who remember me declaring my undying love for winter on a few months ago. But it is true. I think that autumn is actually my favorite, but I love all the seasons (for the most part - summer does tend to drag on and on). I think I really just love the change. Maybe I get bored or something, but there is no way I could live somewhere like Phoenix or California where the seasons really don't change that much. I think I'd get bored.
I recently heard (or read) somewhere that the instances of depression are higher in placess where there are not 4 distinct seasons, and I can see how that is true. I'm not saying that I've been depressed, but I've definitely been in a rut over the past few weeks. Just this past weekend, I've felt a renewed energy to get back on a running program, to actually clean my house, to start a financial plan that makes sense in the economy, and to just live better. I like the change, and it feels good.