Posts Tagged ‘Spring’

Who are you?

There are many ways you can tell it’s Spring, beyond just the date on your calendar: your mailbox is full of flyers from real estate agents looking to list your home or sell you a home or both, construction crews seem to be doing road work along your everyday road routes, the ice-cream truck now parks outside your house just as you’re getting dinner ready and many other not so pleasant signs. Okay, I’m not a fan of Spring.

But there is one sign of Spring that isn’t terrible. I’ve noticed it recently, people emerging from their hibernation. I’m not talking about those people coming out of their house after being shut-in during the cold months. I’m talking those who’ve released themselves from the mobile caves: the hats and scarves and bulky snow jackets. I’ve seen a lot of them at the school yard. People, parents or caregivers I’m assuming, that have been reduced to descriptions by their winter attire like gray lump mom with the pink pompom hat or puffy blue dad or the multi-coloured peeker.

With outer layers stripped away I don’t recognize anyone. One parent tried to strike up a conversation in the school yard while waiting for our kids to be released. Her mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear anything because I was preoccupied with trying to figure out who she was. I held my hands up in front of my face like trying to frame something for a photo revealing only her eyes. Ah, multi-coloured peeker.

Spring. People look thinner, taller, happier. It’s like rediscovering everyone all over again. Nothing wrong with that.

I hate Spring

dead-raccoonOkay, maybe hate is a little strong, but Spring is my least favourite season. Summer is about ice cream, vacation, and warm sun on your face. Fall is apple cider, pumpkin pie and crunchy leaves under your feet. Winter is hot chocolate, fireplaces and snow angels. Then there’s Spring.

Spring means more coughs and colds and runny noses. The fluctuating temperature and weather patterns makes it hard to dress appropriately. It’s also much harder to convince my kids they should wear their winter jackets and hats. When they think I’m not looking they’ll unzip, but mother’s are ALWAYS looking.

Spring means the snow is melting from the backyard, uncovering the dead leaves, forgotten toys and let’s not forget the rotting raccoon sticking out from underneath the back shed.

Spring means I have to change my eating habits. That part of me that’s been hiding under bulky sweaters will now be peeking out from my T-shirts (and not in that flat tummy, pierced bellybutton kind of way).

Spring means I have to find new tricks to convince my kids to go to bed. Sleeping when it’s dark is easy, but trying to do it when the sun is up is damn near impossible, at least for my kids.

Spring means my desire to clean the house from top to bottom kicks in. I hate that. Thank goodness this feeling is short lived.

Now I’m not a complete pessimist when it comes to Spring. My two oldest kids were born in the Spring and that’s a good thing. But if you want to know the best thing about Spring, only thirteen more weeks until summer 🙂