As many of you may have already realized, I look forward to the transition from winter to spring every year. It’s nice to be able to get out of the house and it not be wet and cold. The grass begins to turn back green and all the flowers are in bloom. As I walked around my yard this morning and listened to all the birds chirping in the trees it was peaceful and relaxing. But there is a certain point in the spring that our relationship becomes a complicated one. It’s that point when everything is covered in pollen. There’s weeks where I walk around with a slight headache, the inside of my nose is raw, my throat has a constant itch that no cough seems to clear. Yet, I still look forward to the coming of spring every year.
As you can see in the pictures of my yard, everything is coated in a fine dusting of pollen. When I let the dogs out, I have to wipe their coats down before they re-enter the house. The back porch is a filthy mess that I have to hose off about every other day. The pond in my yard has this disgusting looking film floating on top of it. Yet I love this weather and would take it over any day in winter. It’s just rejuvenating.
Today there is supposed to be rain. If it’s enough, it will wash a lot of the pollen away. Then the process will start over again for another couple of weeks. As much of an annoyance all the pollen is, I’d take a few weeks of it over a few months of winter. Happy spring everybody.
This winter has reminded me of the winters of my youth. It’s been cold and wet. This year it got cold and stayed that way. In recent years, it would get cold then warm-up; get cold then warm up, repeatedly. It’s been like that for the past 15 years, due to our changing climate. But this year, it got cold and wet and has stayed that way since Christmas.
When I was a child, the winter didn’t faze me. The neighborhood kids would get together and find some mischief to get into; we’d ride bikes. Play in hay fields. Hang out in forest areas clearings all day long. Now that I’m older, I stay inside more during the winter. Yesterday though, turned out to be the best days we’ve had since Christmas, and I had to get out and take some photos. It was cool, but the sky was clear and blue, and the wind was calm. As I walked around the yard, I noticed that the buds are just starting on the trees. Soon, the winter will be gone. The trees will be in full bloom. Everything will be alive and vibrant. Spring will have sprung.
While this winter conjures up memories from childhood, I’ll be glad to move on from it. The spring rejuvenates a new life. It’s like a new beginning. I’m itching to get out and take some photographs after my stroll around the yard yesterday. To all that don’t care for winter, I hope you made the best of it. There is only one month left.