Nasty old Verna Equinox – AKA Mother Nature – has been toying with us this year. She’s promised us since March the 21st that it’s Spring, but, like a drunken bar pickup, it’s a lot of talk, and very little action.
Despite Verna’s claims, it’s not really Spring until it warms up, and she just keeps teasing us. Hold out a little sunshine and warmth – and then snatch it back with an icy hand. Hold out a little….well, you’re living through it; you know what I mean.
We all want the warmth of real Spring. We need it. We hope for it. Some of us pray for it – except in California, where they’re praying for rain. They’d even take the forty days and forty nights, and out there, where Sodom meets Gomorrah, they might get it.
I think we all have those ‘It’s Really Spring When….’ benchmarks. I know I do. This year, every time we reached one, and hope began to blossom, Frau Nature took the proctology scope out of the refrigerator and said, “Bend over and cough – Bitch.”
It’s really Spring when all the snow finally melts – and two days later, I’m sprinkling the last of my urea crystals to melt the ice on my driveway and sidewalk.
It’s really Spring when you see your first robin. The first one I saw was in a clothing store in the mall, buying a North Face insulated parka.
The ‘really Spring’ point for the gardener wife came a couple of weeks ago, when the nearby supermarket assembled their outdoor garden center. We might as well buy plastic plants. They’re just as hard, and they won’t wilt when they thaw out.
I thought I’d finally reached the ‘really Spring’ point Sunday night/Monday morning. The ‘warm Spring rain’ had been coming down steadily for hours, and had finally melted the permafrost that is my front lawn. The grass was so sodden that the poor earthworms were drowning, and were crawling up and out of the dirt to breathe.
Monday being garbage day, I was taking out the trash at 3 AM so that the neighbors would not be blinded by my sartorial splendor. It’s really Spring because the earthworms are out of the ground, and all over my driveway.
Here I was, lugging two bags, and daintily pirouetting down the driveway, avoiding worms, in a pair of fleece shorts and slippers. It’s not that I believe in the Hindu/Karma thing. It’s just that She Who Must Be Obeyed doesn’t take kindly to having worm guts all over her floors.
Two days later, BrainRants could have used the worms like frozen spikes to hold down the planks on his rebuilt deck.
The above photo of my deck was taken at 3 AM Tuesday April 22nd, Earth Day. Really, snow?? Again?? C’mon Ma Nature, over a month since you claimed it was Spring? Have a hot flash or two. I am so looking forward to putting away my ice scraper and snow shovel…. Wait, that means I have to get out the rakes and lawn mower. 🙄