Dear Springtime…

You’ve arrived. And not a moment too soon.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy winter…sometimes. I enjoy cold nights wrapped in a blanket—cups of hot tea (or, even better, hot chocolate)—reading books—watching the wealth of films and short-run TV series (Schitt’s Creek! What a fun blast! 6 seasons that I binged over a month’s time this winter).

But. But. And still.

Springtime is just better. The time change, coupled with lengthier days, improves my disposition. There are so many possibilities. So many hopes and plans. It’s not like New Year’s Eve resolutions (too quickly broken). These plans are more active. Yoga…outside! Audio books while walking in the neighborhood. Gardening that may actually take place. Driving vacations.

The Coronavirus Pandemic (and vaccinations for the same) altered my vision of the world and the seasons. Maybe that is the reason why this spring—2021—seems more hopeful. With half of my vaccination now complete, I can more clearly see a future that extends beyond my house, the grocery story, and the pharmacy. Could it be possible to join friends—outside—for a bite to eat? A glass of wine? Could my husband and I drive somewhere (anywhere) safely?

Don’t get me wrong. I plan to take things slowly. No flights across the pond for me this year. Probably no indoor concerts. Masks will remain part of my not-so-stylish style. But this year—after the trauma of last year—is the year when I will put gratitude at the top of my list.

Oh, and yoga. That’s at the top of my list, too…right after Hug My Daughter.