Motivation is melting with the snow. The sun feigns warmth as a daunting chill still steals our breath. But, refusing any further hibernation, my husband and I secure our winter garb and walk against the wind. In our steps will be the Spring so slow in springing.
The first day of spring in Minnesota is under the snow. Tulips greeted me a year ago, but they sleep soundly today. I heard a bird or two last week when a year ago we bird-watched daily. The grass greened early. I wonder if I will see green again.
But, I am not jealous for last year. It was an anomaly. I live for these days of hibernation in the land of the cold sun. We need our winter repose to appreciate the humidity of July. I don’t believe in groundhog shadows because each day Minnesota’s weather surprises me. Where else can the sun blind me as it reflects off the snowbanks? Where else can I abate a hot flash by opening my backdoor? Where else can spring sound like the gentle melting trickle down my window pane? Where else can the lone tone of a robin bring such hope?
My son asked me if the mosquitos will be as bad at the camper this year as they were last season. I gazed at the new layer of March snow, recalling our walk in swirling flakes the day before. I enjoyed that early spring, but I will not wish away this winter. Decidedly, I prefer the melting bites of snow to the stinging welts of mosquito swarms.