My least favorite season is upon me now.
Spring.
Bah.
Late spring is ok I guess, but it’s only when it is more like summer. This rain, snow, hot, cold makes me nuts.
For me, winter is my slow down season. I’m stuck in the house more often than not. It’s no fun being outside when it’s below freezing. So inside I stay. I read books, organize stuff, cook and bake. I don’t get cabin fever.
By the time spring rolls around I’m in slo-mo, yet the weather tells me to get moving.
Maybe I hate speeding up.
Maybe I like slow.
I peer out the windows and take in the view. The greens are starting to come back. It’s not so much of a grey and beige world anymore.
Flowers are starting to come up and the trees are budding.
And the rain. So much rain.
But after a heavy rain, the sun comes out and the world is a bit more colorful than before the storm.
So ok, I like the newness of life and the color it brings to my world. I like the anticipation of warmer weather and being outside in the fresh air. I like working in the yard and getting good and dirty.
Spring is still my least favorite season, but it does bring with it things I do like.
