It’s early, but I find myself thinking about Spring’s pending arrival. And I’m beginning to see hopeful signs despite the fact that by the groundhog and calendar methods, the official start to the season isn’t until March 21.
Pitchers and catchers report for spring training this week. College basketball is in the home stretch to the NCAA Championships. There are no football games in sight. I saw my first insect clinging to a window, looking in at me as if to say, “I’m baaaaaack.” And Cadbury Eggs, those chocolate replicas of the real thing, have made their annual appearance. I saw them at Walgreen’s this morning.
When my son Kevin the University Professor was young, he loved Cadbury Eggs and introduced the rest of our family to them. I don’t know if he still enjoys them, but every time I see a display for the gooey things, I can’t help but think of him. And smile.
Award shows are also cropping up in the weekly TV guide. Tomorrow night the Grammies take center stage, while Oscar and Tony are not far behind. My lawn, which has been frozen all winter, is beginning to feel squishy. Here, where I live, the standard harbinger of Spring is the sprightly daffodil; when I lived in Chicago it was the overnight blooming of tables and chairs outside various restaurants to create sidewalk cafes. I bet both are on the horizon.
Then there are those things that signal spring by their absence. Like candidates’ commercials for major elected offices. Like victory speeches, parades, and parties. Like recounts.
I plan to enjoy it all.
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