It doesn’t feel like spring here. The sun came out for 30 seconds yesterday. I was shocked to see the rays of light flowing into my kitchen, but by the time I convinced myself that they were not my imagination, they were gone.
Today, there was sunlight for about 20 minutes.
Yeah, Spring!
I searched carefully for signs of life in the backyard. This was all I could find.
Bits of green pushing through the snow.
Would you look at all that f**king snow? At this rate, it should mostly melt by June.
I went inside and packed up the snow pants, boots, mittens, hats, gloves, scarves, sleds, and ice skates. I don’t give a damn that there’s still snow on the ground. I’m done with winter.
I was ready to haul it all up to the attic when I heard my sweet, gentle, darling 6 year-old yell out from the other room.
” I hate having a frucking cold!”
I drop everything and call back to her. “What did you say?”
The Adventurer stifled a laugh.
“I said frrrrucking!” Notice the R? In her mind, that makes it okay. Smart girl. Made-up words can’t be bad words, right? Toddlers who can’t pronounce truck properly don’t get put in time outs for saying “where’s my yellwow f**k?”
So, I let it go. She’ll forget about her new word. I hope.
And I’ll try to forget that it doesn’t feel at all like spring here in Connecticut.
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
Spring in Connecticut
