Okay ladies, it’s solstice!
Winter is officially over.
[Pause while I do cartwheels and back flips...]
[Pause again while I pop open a bottle of champagne...]
[Pause while I shout to the heavens in rapture and glee...]
[Pause while I wrap my swollen ankle in an ace bandage...drinking and back flips don't mix...]
I hate winter. It’s a fact. I wouldn’t mind it for a few weeks…but a few months or more…well, it’s just not me. I’m a lost soul separated at birth from the tropical island I was meant to live on.
So to all you pagans and flower lovers out there…or just lovers of nice weather…Happy Solistice!
We’ve turned the tide. The days are getting longer and brighter. The buds are swelling. There’s seeds to be planted. Ideas to be hatched. Dreams to be brought to life. Goals to be achieved. Poems about bumble bees buzzing to be written. Swimming holes to be scouted. Lawn furniture to dust off.
Margaritas and other fruity, bubbling drinks with lime and mint in pretty glasses are to be consumed in short order.
There’s gardening to be done. Flower beds to be weeded. Spinach and lettuces to be planted. And basil. Must plant basil. Bird feeders to fill. Lawns to be mowed.
The out-of-door season is nearly arrived. When dining al fresco is the norm and the BBQ gets a spring shine.
And lounging in the part-sun/part-shade on a beach blanket with The Best Book ever is divine and glorious.
There is oh-so-much to look forward to in the weeks and months ahead. If only it would quit raining and temperatures would rise above 40 degrees.
Yep, just that small detail.
Happy Spring my friends. Happy Spring.