You may have “sprung” forward last Sunday morning. I most certainly did not. But this week, with a few golden sunshiny days of plus temperatures, and a calendar that officially notes the start of Spring next Thursday – the Spring Equinox- I’m feeling a little more hopeful, a little more renewed. And Lord knows (pun intended) Spring is all about hope and renewal.
The funny thing about hope is that it’s most imperative when things are looking bleak: say when the cold harshness of winter seems to be never ending. Today, as I (and many others) dug out from another winter plowing, and yesterday’s warm sun and mild temperatures were already a memory, I realized that Spring will come. And if it doesn’t, I will go to Spring. April in Paris anyone? Salut!