My toes are itching to be bare, to feel the warmth of the sun all the way down to my soles.
I’m tired of running away from the problem. I’m standing my ground, hard and icy as that ground may be, until spring gets her act together and finally kicks winter to the curb.
Oops; time to dial back my diatribe.
It’s time to think pleasant thoughts, sunny thoughts.
Yes, I'll just take matters into my own hands and start cleaning the house; rely on a surge of energy to get the ball/baby/spring rolling. It will take days to thoroughly rid my closet of my winter wardrobe and all the accoutrements;
By then it should surely be warm enough outside to tackle the yard work; collect and bag all the twigs that have fallen, rake and bag the dead leaves and grass; pull some weeds and then lay some mulch; plant some annuals; put together some potted plants for the front stoop.
On second thought, I really do love to travel; more than I like to clean. It’s been weeks, a month, truth be told, since Jimmy and I returned from our trip to Key West. We’ve never been to Tahiti, the Fiji Islands, the Bahamas. Besides, do people really still do all that heavy spring cleaning?
Maybe it’s time for a housekeeper; a lawn service. It's certainly looking more and more like it's time to downsize.
No doubt about it; it’s soooooo time for a change.