And the sky was blue . . .
Certainly, if ever a tale of grand adventure was set to begin, it would begin as thus–with a golden sun lounging about a sky of blue.
Which, by the way, we actually witnessed over the weekend. After weeks upon weeks of grey, muddy skies, the clouds puffed and moved to the side, revealing a blue the likes of which I’ve never seen.
I have, of course, but every year it seems a bit more spectacular than the year before.
That, my friends, is the magic of the four seasons. They never cease to amaze.
And let’s not forget the shot of invigoration. My, what a little Vitamin D can do for a person after a long winter’s slump. In the last few days I’ve not only pondered cleaning closets and drawers and the garage, I’ve had the energy for it; I’ve begun to plan the garden–heavens, I’ve considered Do-It-Yourself projects!
Of course, I’m trying to temper my exuberance by reminding myself that before long I’ll lose my built-in excuse for not washing my car; and I’ll be complaining about having to water the yard/flowers everyday. But for now, it’s all a thing of beauty.
So to those of you residing in warmer climates, the days of our incessant griping over frigid temps are coming to an end.
To those of you in the middle of the biting cold, hold on–those blue skies are a comin’. And I’ll tell you now, when they do, it will be all sorts of fabulous . . .