Taste of Spring

One of my very favorite quotes from one of my semi-favorite books, Lee Smith's Fair and Tender Ladies, is when the father of the main character, Ivy, urges her to take her time, telling her, "Slow down, slow down now, Ivy. This is the taste of spring."

And today, in Bryn Mawr, we are having a taste of spring. Every year I forget how much winter drains me, and every year I am equally surprised by how much spring revives me. Obviously it's not yet spring in Pennsylvania. And today, it's not even sunny; in fact, it's pretty soggy, and everything (sky, grass, trees, even buildings) is varying shades of brown and gray. BUT, the temperature is in the 50's, and birds are chirping, and occasionally, a ray of sun will slip through the clouds. I had to take my jacket off when I went outside it was so mild.

I discovered this blessed phenomenon of temperature when I went to walk Callie about a half an hour ago. Naturally, as soon as I got home (and changed out of my highly inappropriate rain boots, jeans, and winter jacket into a dress and flats) I checked the weather to see if glorious spring really was here to stay.

Instead, sucky weather.com told me that no, spring was most definitely not here to stay, with snow predictions for Wednesday. So that kind of rained on my parade. But now, even if the weather does turn back to crap, I have tasted spring, and that's what counts. I know that in a month or so, it really will be here to stay. So on that note, I'm going to close with a picture of lovely Virginia in the spring (blatantly stolen from Margaret, by the way).