Ah, Spring is in the air. Or is it summer? Didn't you know that despite the horrible harsh we just endured, you'd still moan when the temperature hit 85 degrees?
Let it be known, I have moaned.
As we all know, Spring is a time for renewal. I love walking out of the house and finding a massive pink azalea greeting me where yesterday, there was nothing there. I like that the cardinals are back in my lilac tree where they belong and, even though the mourning doves took over what was rightfully the robins' nest above the gutter outside my office window, I still enjoy watching them drag tons of "stuff" to their new home. It's nice to know that somebody's prepared for Spring.
As for me, I'm mentally still in March. I'm told April came and went, unbeknownst to me. I guess I missed spring cleaning. I think that makes it about 27 years now that I've missed that activity. Instead, I've been spending my time trying to figure out where to store the boot mat for the summer and pondering where I hid my favorite sandals last Fall.
There just seem to be so many things I forgot to do in preparation for the arrival of Spring. As usual, I forgot to lose 80 pounds over the winter. I vaguely remember at least thinking about dieting once or twice since last October while munching on my second or third Entemann's doughnut or cake slice.
I have forgotten where my trowel and gardening gloves are, and once I start dragging pottery and statues out into this year's garden, I'll remember the list of those I had planned to repair and repaint over the long hard winter.
Last Fall I talked about buying myself a bicycle for riding all the new trails this summer. I want one that doesn't have those newfangled handbrakes and a teeny tiny seat made for people who themselves have a teeny tiny seat.
What I really want is my old red Schwinn from 1958 with the big tires, which I thought was hidden somewhere in our garage. I was disappointed after hours of excavation to find out that my mother had evidently given it away.
So to prepare myself for the purchase of a new one, my husband bought me an exercise bike to use over the winter. And I used it faithfully every day. It's really come in quite handy. . .as a towel rack. . .and if you really have a good sense of balance, which I believe one should have when using a bicycle, one can even carefully stack things on the seat without them toppling off.
I did get on it one day for about three minutes of peddling just to see what it was like, but like many things this winter, I forgot to ever do it again.
But the one Spring activity I'm always prepared for is sitting on our front porch with friends in the evening, where I know we'll laugh and lament "where has all the time gone?"