Spring Is On Its Way

Spring is finally starting to arrive in Wisconsin. We’ve had a taste of 40-degree days only to get hit with 13” of snow and ice storms. It feels like a slap in the face after the promise of warmer weather.

I was just starting to see the ground where my roses are. There was still too much ice for me to be able to walk to them. But at least I could see them anyway.

Then the snow came. And it snowed for a day and a night and a day. The official total here was 13” although, with the blowing and the drifting, it’s pretty hard to say what we actually had. Every time I took the dogs out it was snowing.

My West Siberian Laika dog usually loves snow. This time, she was just as disgusted as I was. She had enjoyed that taste of Spring weather too. She wanted warm days when I could sit outside and play with her.

Then we had two days of freezing rain and everything was covered in ice. There was a slippery sheen everywhere you could see. It was treacherous to take the dogs out to do their business.

And today, it’s 40 degrees again. The sun is shining. I had a chance to run some errands, sit at my park for a while and meditate, and play outside with the dogs. Just as easily, the days of snow and ice are fading from my memory.

The ups and downs can drive you insane. Just when you get excited for Spring and start making plans, the gray clouds fill up and dump on you. Then you begin to wonder if the sun will ever show up again. (Seasonal depression is a real thing!)

But, in a few short weeks, I should have my fingers in the dirt around my roses again. Spring is like that here. It’s like a moody woman in menopause. One day she’s joyful and the next minute she’s hitting you over the head with a frying pan.

I wouldn’t live anywhere else.