Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Dreams of Spring
As I went out for a walk today in the frigid New England air, I tried to have faith that spring will come soon. My mind wandered back to this same time last week when we pedaled the boys' lovely, rusty bikes along a South Carolina beach, racing the dolphins as they arced through the waves just offshore. When I was a kid I never understood why adults complained so much about the cold. This year I understand. My middle-aged bones have been frozen since October. Thank heaven for warm friends, Earl Grey, crochet, the paperwhites Melissa gave me, and oatmeal with maple syrup. They've coddled me through winter. I can hold on until the forsythia blooms.