The First Day Of... Spring?

  

I am always so excited when the first day of spring finally arrives.

Where we live, the winter is often relentless, in fact I blogged about the cold this past December, when for a full week, temperatures dropped to -40 degrees celsius. The snow always arrives just in time for the kids to trick or treat, and just to be cordial, sticks around for them to search for Easter eggs. 

So as you can imagine, the first day of spring is something to be truly celebrated!

So how do I know spring has arrived?  It says so right there on my calendar.  

First day of Spring

I look out my window to make sure, and then I check the calendar...or is that, I look at my calendar to make sure and check out my window?  

Either way, it just seems as though something isn't quite right.

The birds weren't singing any Spring ditty's, so it made me wonder, who exactly decided this was the First day of Spring?  

The one thing I do know for certain... they were not from northern Canada.

Because quite honestly I think it is a cruel, cruel  joke.  

I looked everywhere in our backyard, for a hint of Spring. 

But all I found were the remnants of our summer swing,  dangling in the wind.

I realize somewhere out there some of you are planting bulbs, and perhaps enjoying the first blossoms on your apple trees.

But really?  Would it hurt anyone if you could enjoy these indications of warmth without the official day having to be announced on my Calendar?  

It just seems...well....a tad cruel.

  

You see, I'm not bitter.

I'm just cold.

For those of us who experience a different reality, is it really necessary for the Calendar aficionados to rub our noses in it? (Achoo!)

I mean, we get it.  It's warm somewhere.  Just not here. (Could you pass the Hot Chocolate?)

So since I was not fortunate enough to be born in Hawaii, I've decided today, after years of wallowing in an annual woe is me (March/April) winter funk, I am going to look at the glass half full of antifreeze. 

 I need to take a page out of my daughter's book, and learn to bloom where I am planted.  

Could anyone have been more excited over the new dump of snow?  

So enough self indulgent belly aching!  Instead of complaining about not being able to participate in the Calendar-ly spring announcement. 

I've decided I need to turn over a new leaf covered with snow, so to speak. 

To follow my daughter's lead I realized I needed to make a Lemonade out of Lemons gesture;  

rather than grudgingly shovel the snow, I decided my time would be better spent making snow angels out of it instead.

Regardless of what the Calendar says.

Happy First Day of SPRING! 

(does anyone know where my snow pants are?)

xo

Dana