I’m craving Spring.  I think we all are here in the Northeastern US and other places where we’ve gotten more Winter than we know what to do with.  I could very happily never hear the words “Polar Vortex” again.

I hate Winter.  I want desperately to move south, but my life as it is now won’t allow that.  Family, finances, kids with ties to an ex–there are many reasons why it’s just not possible now.  Every year around this time I start to fantasize about packing us all up — kids and cats alike — and running away from the winter wind and all the snow and ice for good.

I feel different in warmer weather.  I can breathe, and move, and do things.  In the winter cold I can only huddle.

This Spring — once the snow melts and the rain stops and the mud clears — I want to take my girls on walks in the park.  There are tons of parks where we live, miles of trails, plenty of picnic tables and benches.

I miss my house.  No, I really just miss my yard.  I knew exactly where to look for the snowdrops that were my first hopeful sign of Spring.  If I ever live anywhere permanent again, I will plant snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils and tulips.  My own Spring processional.