Ah, spring … Ah choo!

If you looked out my window you would think it is snowing. After all, it is still February and snow would  not be an unusual happening.

But the “snow” is petals from my neighbor’s pear tree which is in full and glorious bloom.

And I have been sneezing and coughing with seasonal allergies, as has everyone I’ve spoken to from store clerks to my hairdresser.

Folks, the weather is messed up.  Call it a fluke or call it global warming, it just isn’t behaving like it should. And I have spring fever ( not to be confused with allergies) several months too early. This morning  (if you are reading this on Sunday, it was yesterday morning) I decided to clean the windows in the den because it was warm enough to keep them open. Then I decided to wash the blinds and curtains as well, because…the windows were clean. Except for the few inches at the very top that I can’t reach.

Years ago, a nice spring day (even fake spring day like this one) would inspire me to clean the entire house from top to bottom. Rugs were scrubbed, windows washed, furniture moved, drapes hung out to air. It took the whole day, but when I was done there was a deep sense of satisfaction.

Nowadays, I can only clean one room at a time, not the whole house. But there’s still that sense of accomplishment.

I don’t know why we clean in the springtime. My guess is because the sun shining through the grimy windows shows up all the dust that has accumulated over the winter. Or in my case, because my mother did and her mother before her. It has become part of my DNA.

Other people greet the arrival of spring differently. My husband used to pour through seed catalogs and plan his garden. To some women, Spring means it’s time to head for the mall to buy a new wardrobe. Their husbands decide it’s time to get out the lawnmowers and sharpen the blades. Students discuss where to go for Spring Break.

I just want to say, it’s too soon! Winter isn’t over yet! We should be curled up in a quilt, reading and sipping hot chocolate, not sitting on the deck wearing shorts and drinking iced tea.

The world is out of sorts and I’m wondering what next. Ice skating in August?

I wouldn’t be too surprised.

 

 

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. CrizGazr
    Feb 26, 2017 @ 05:09:51

    It’s crazy here too. All the daffodils are in bloom, ahead of the crocus that have just started. My plum tree is in bloom and the last time this happened in late March, we got snow in April and we lost all the fruit. For me the worst thing is the chickweed is already taking over and I’m battling the invasive weed again. Pollen and sinus headaches and benadryl in February!

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