I think I’m finally coming to terms with 2013. Today starts its third month; the days are longer, and I’m slowly getting on top of things after being on vacation.
The weatherman said this evening that we’re entering the thaw period, as if we’d had tons of snow. Which we really haven’t. Perhaps what he meant was that this was the time of the year when we begin to see temperatures rise. I understand that.
It’s also the time of year when December’s holidays are typically behind us (except for Earl’s countdown calendar regarding 2013), early flowers might emerge, tax season is here but not yet intimidating, and you can often smell the promise of real Spring in the air.
Twenty-thirteen is becoming a friendly year, where Earl and I will spend more time at home (once I return from Rome; but that’s another blog or two in the near future), and hope to enjoy Michigan’s bounty via fruit stands, walks along Lake Michigan, fishing on the St. Joe River, hanging out on our patio, and generally appreciating life. What more could one ask from a specific year?
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