It’s trying. I know it’s trying. And there are little signs, like these crocuses that seem to have sprouted quietly from under the snow. We’ve been so accustomed to seeing brown, white and gray for the past few months that when they appeared after the snow melted, you almost had to rub your eyes and stare to make sure that you were indeed seeing signs of Spring. The girls went nuts over the small, bright flowers and darted to each little sprout, gently stroking the petals. (Oooh, this reminds me, I planted a peony bulb – my most favorite flower – last Fall in a big pot on my balcony. I wonder if it will grow??).
Even the Farmer’s Market in our neighborhood looked more like Fall – lots of apples and not much else in the way of fruit. I know I shouldn’t be complaining too much since today is mild in comparison to most days that we’ve had, but when I look at the long term weather forecast and see mid 40s across the board, it is sort of discouraging. I admit that I’m a bit of a weather nut. My brother and I used to watch the weather channel as kids just for kicks, especially during hurricane season to track the storms. We were obsessed with radars. I really thought that he would become a meteorologist when he grew up. Instead he became a vet.
So this is starting off as a lazy Sunday. We want to take the kids out to lunch but we are waffling between options and are insanely indecisive today. M wants dimsum, Mark wants Pho, C is always up for Ramen. I want a sushi lunchbox. Argh!!!