Despite my grumpy resistance – actually, I think it’s fear of the rug being yanked out from under me, once again – it seems that Spring is slowly making its way to Ottawa. I can tell because the kids left this morning wearing a wildly divergent variety of outerwear: light jacket with snow pants for Gal Smiley, full snowsuit with rain boots for the Little Miss, winter coat and boots but no snowpants for the Captain. It’s the time of year when the mud room spews a thousand levels of warmth and wetness protection into the whole house.
Yesterday I picked up the kids from school in my usual massive parka and Frankenboots, but it was sunny and calm and there was that smell in the air, and the kids were all running around with open jackets and hair whipping around behind them (even the Captain, who has grown out his hair past the point of The Beatles and into the realm of Iggy Pop). And although I tried to give them all dire warnings that this Spring was fleeting, that snow would surely come again, they were happy and I smiled in spite of myself.
So today I broke out the cute ankle boots, and my still-a-winter-coat-but-shorter-and-sassier jacket, and hummed a little Adele as I shopped for Easter candy at the grocery store. I took the school-pickup sled out of the back of the van and stowed it away in the garage and I bought some sidewalk chalk at the store and even I had to admit, it seems Spring has Sprung.
I’ve been putting off writing this post because it’s the 1400. WordPress does this thing now where they tell you, every time you post, how many posts you’ve made. This one is number 1400 and that seems big and momentous and I felt like I should write something Important To Mark The Occasion, but I couldn’t think of what. I thought maybe I should do some sort of celebratory giveaway, but everything I thought of seemed lame, or else so nice I would want to keep it for myself, which kind of defeats the purpose. So I was stalled.
As it turned out, all I really wanted to do was write about how Spring is peeking its head up, and it’s about time, and although I tried to fight it, everything really does seem fresh and new and exciting and hopeful again. Even 1400 feels like a new beginning.