Sunday, March 20, 2011

Spring Has Finally Sprung

I’m absolutely, totally, completely, utterly, positively o-ver-joyed that winter is finally over. Goodbye snowy days, deep freeze and cloudy skies. Farewell snow banks, blizzards and freezing rain. Sayonara icy sidewalks, frostbite and flu season. Arrivederci coats, ski jackets and snow pants. Au revoir wool socks, boots and earmuffs. Ta-ta hats, gloves, scarves and mittens. Adios ice scrapers, snow brushes and snow shovels. Hasta la vista winter tires, snow blowers and snow plows. So long and good riddance to everything associated with the coldest, gloomiest and most energy-depleting season of the year.

‘Yesiree’ folks, spring - my favourite season of the year – is here. First it’s going to beat up old man winter - a miserable old coot that terrorizes people who live in cold-susceptible areas of the world. Then it will thaw the frozen earth and liberate us from the shackles of winter. The sun will shine more often. The days will be warmer and longer. The flowers will bloom. Hallelujah! Let us rejoice! Awaken from the winter slumber and embrace the wonders of spring!

Once the taste of mild weather hits the palette, you see children playing outdoors, couples strolling hand-in-hand, joggers sprinting, restaurants preparing outdoor patios and our Canada geese gliding back home. Bikes, scooters, motorcycles, rollerblades, skateboards, footballs, tennis racquets, basketballs, bats and mitts will all come out of storage. And unlike the winter where everyone is isolated, the outdoors dies back and the shorter, cloudier days cause depression, spring encourages you to get outside. It breathes life into the great outdoors and puts a smile on your face. Everyone is happier and more energetic.

And with spring on the brain, a silly poem that I used to skip rope to as a little girl came to mind. I’ve found slightly different versions of it on the internet, but it goes something like this:

Spring has sprung, the grass has ris’,
I wonder where the birdie is.
There he is up in the sky,
He dropped some whitewash in my eye!
I‘m alright, I won't cry.
I'm just glad that cows can't fly!


Do any of you remember it?

In any case, spring is here and the grass may not exactly have ‘ris’ up here in the north, but it will soon enough. Amen to that.

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