Spring is Finally Here

I took the long way home after work and rode through the park, over the long plank bridge that spans the marsh, and through the neighborhood bordering our own. At every corner was a lush landscape, some new tree in leaf and some new scent I detected. The change is sudden and every bit welcomed.

It feels a long time coming.

In April we had a week where we were teased and then returned to droopy, cold, rainy mornings followed by the same in the afternoon. On my days off it was worse—with wind. I haven’t been able to plan a long bike ride because of the weather and the need to get things done when there is a bit of sunshine.

Now that we are beginning to dry out and the sun is out—I’m amazed still at how many times I change clothes. In the morning it is cold enough to turn on the heat. I roll out of bed and don a heavy corduroy shirt and wrap up in a blanket to drink my tea. I’ll then change and go for a run. Whereupon, getting back, I’ll change again for work. After work, I’ll walk into my tiny house and think—did I leave the heat on? No, the sun coming in through the windows and French doors has heated the place up. I open the windows (closed just that morning against the cold) and maybe go down a layer to sit out on the deck and enjoy the evening.

I have a bench in the tiny house that opens up. That’s where I keep the dozens of changes of clothes for the various activities and temperatures I go through in a single day.