I need no words to help you understand my mood.
Snow – it’s beautiful when it gently blankets the countryside and reminds us all of a hopeful, cozy winter memory. But when you’ve finally reached mid-April, your kids have recovered from multiple stomach bugs and endless head colds, and all you want is a glimpse of a tiny flower poking its head out of the cold, hard ground, the last thing you or your antsy children wish for is more of that annoying white stuff.
Oh, the cruel and fickle ways of spring!
How it one day inspires such hope and joy and enthusiasm, then the next it spits snow in your face and mocks you in your optimistic, non-down jacket.
The slant of the sun, the extended daylight, the intermittent peeps of warmth, all turn you against what were formally the “joys of winter.” Skiing, hot soup, and cocoa all now regarded with abhorrence.
Recently, while at the library seeking new reading material for my son, Emmett, two books jumped out at me. Each had an enticing title, intriguing subject matter, and captivating imagery. And Then It’s Spring and Peaceful Piggy Meditation grabbed my interest, and without hesitation, I checked them out and nestled them into our stroller.