I hear so many people rave about autumn and call it their favorite season and I'm like, why? Everything is turning brown, either hibernating or preparing to hibernate for winter. The weather is turning cooler and will become cold, although now that I live in Georgia, cold is relative. :-) I've seen people bundled up like it's arctic and I'm wearing a spring jacket.
Maybe it's because I spent most of my life in Minneapolis where the winters are cold, long, and sometimes brutal, but I don't like it when the temperatures go cool/cold. I don't like fall because fall is the harbinger of winter and winter is far and away my least favorite time of year.
The one nice thing about living in Georgia is the winters are short and mild, but I still have to wear long sleeves and a jacket. I do not like. I like short sleeves and no jacket. And while I'm no fan of the 98 and humid, I prefer that over cold and I almost never complain about it. Although I do sometimes wish that the weather would break.
But spring? Spring is joyous. The earth is coming back to life. The trees are budding, the grass is turning green, the birds are returning from their southern hiatus, and the temperatures aren't melt-your-sunglasses hot.
Spring also means baseball will be starting again soon and I love baseball! I loved it a little more before analytics meant all anyone does is walk, strike out, or hit a homer, but I have to believe that some day people will hit and run again. :-) But I digress.
Spring is also a time that feels rife with possibilities. Everything is new and fresh and that include my energy levels.
Yes, give me spring. I am waiting impatiently for it to officially arrive. Not too long now. Give me short sleeves and budding trees. Give me the hope and expectation that spring brings. Let the countdown commence.
