Spring fever

I love and hate this time of year.

I hate daylight savings. I don't mind having it be lighter later, but it is a real bugger for trying to get up and go in the morning. And I hate it when the weather people (who were right about the big storms on March 1-2) predict 1-3" of snow in the next 24 hours.

I want green grass, not more snow.

I love it when the 3+ feet of snow that we had in the yard manages to disappear in a matter of a couple of days. I love walking around the neighborhood through puddles. It brings back great memories of stomping around in the rain with goulashes on. And ending up sopping wet and muddy. The adult in me holds off the stomping until I get closer to home... and by then all the really deep, fun puddles are passed.

I love the smell of spring... the wet, earthy smell that permeates the air. I love all of the sunshine that finally appears after 3 months of gray. And I really love being able to run around without a jacket on. There is something very liberating about leaving the jacket at home.

I love the planning, the hope of spring. Last weekend when the snow was wasting away, John and I couldn't help but to start planning our spring/summer/fall projects. Spring gives us the energy to tackle the house projects again. It feels important to sit in the sunshine, sketching the detailed posts on my porch, sketch a general outline of the house, and color them in strategically with how I hope to paint them this summer.

I love seeing my neighbors again, and especially their kids who seem to have learned 20 new tricks in the few months they were stuck inside. We're already hoping for the day when the snow is completely melted from our backyards so that we can have the first bonfire.

Okay, so I mostly love spring. :-)