My Lawn Wishes To Tell Another Story and I'm With Them: Bring on the Crocuses

When I got home from work yesterday, I opened my car door and saw that a patch of purple crocuses were blooming in the 40 degree sun. They're ready as much as the blue sky is ready. We're all ready. We want to be in shorts, outside, and without layers and layers of eskimo fur around our heads and shoulders.

The hint is here. The birds have been piping their performance for a few weeks, even despite the Wednesday patterns for nor'easterners. They want to build their nests.

I said tonight, "It makes all the difference in the world to have clear skies and the orange orb up in the atmosphere. When it is gray, it simply is a miserable display of what the world has to offer.

We are heading into the weekend with possibility that warmer days are on the way. I know the buds want it, the bulbs, and the grass.

I want it, too. I'm ready for the turn-around. It is almost April, after all.

And I'm also looking forward to the pavement, the running, the sneakers, the t-shirts, the sweat, and the ability to sprint without ice, cold chills or snow.

I opened my door with optimism. There's hope yet. Better days will bloom.