Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Groundhog Day
It's February.
Ever since I was a kid, I really have not liked cold weather. Winter time has never been my favorite time of year. While my brothers and my friends were clammoring to go outside to play in the snow, I was wrapped up in a good book in front of the fireplace. I would start out a snowy day by going outside to play and build a snowman, but the cold air combined with the wet snow did not please me at all and that's when I'd end up inside reading.
By the time February came around, I'd have had just enough of being cooped up inside. If the groundhog said that we were to have an early spring, I would rejoice! As each day of this shortest month passed by, I searched for signs that spring was truly coming early. Is that a flower I see? Look there's a robin! A bud is forming on the dogwood tree! Smell the rain? That is spring rain!
The fact that I'm almost 50 has not changed my disposition toward winter and my hopefulness about springtime coming early. And I have more hope for spring this year than ever, despite what the groundhog said about six more weeks of winter!
And isn't hope what spring is all about?
Ever since I was a kid, I really have not liked cold weather. Winter time has never been my favorite time of year. While my brothers and my friends were clammoring to go outside to play in the snow, I was wrapped up in a good book in front of the fireplace. I would start out a snowy day by going outside to play and build a snowman, but the cold air combined with the wet snow did not please me at all and that's when I'd end up inside reading.
By the time February came around, I'd have had just enough of being cooped up inside. If the groundhog said that we were to have an early spring, I would rejoice! As each day of this shortest month passed by, I searched for signs that spring was truly coming early. Is that a flower I see? Look there's a robin! A bud is forming on the dogwood tree! Smell the rain? That is spring rain!
The fact that I'm almost 50 has not changed my disposition toward winter and my hopefulness about springtime coming early. And I have more hope for spring this year than ever, despite what the groundhog said about six more weeks of winter!
And isn't hope what spring is all about?
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