The advent of spring will soon be upon us in the United States. I confess I’m not quite in the mood for spring. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything. I have neither power nor influence over the weather. What will be will be. Thus, to rally my spirits for spring, I dug into my cupboards and took out the spring-i-est pieces for a bit of inspiration.
You know, just a few days ago it snowed in New York City. I lament our lack of snow in the south. While my friends and coworkers jubilantly rejoice that warmer weather is over the horizon, I pine for snow and chilly nights that require socks for bed.
You must understand, here in the south it is rarely cold. Cold here is 40 degrees or high 30s. That is barely the tip of winter weather. Where I grew up, winter nights would be a blustering 10 or 15 degrees. In that region of the country there is much anticipation (deservedly so) for warmer climes.
My lovely wool sweaters and dresses have not seen the light of day this winter. This season’s outfits have been a flux between jeans (or skirts) with layered tops (in case the weather throws a mood swing and swaths us in 76 degrees by late afternoon). One must be prepared for a shift of about 30 (+ or -) degrees in temperature.
Besides rallying my spirits, why am I thinking about spring? Well, you see, the trees in front of my windows have suddenly bloomed. I kid you not. Fledging green shoots have crowned their tops, and birds are vying for branches with premium shade.
Alas, I must surrender my futile wish for snow.
All images © 2013 Sriprae P. McDonald