When the season begins to warm, there is a building phenomenon that happens here at work. The staircases become wind tunnels. Not quite, but almost, the kind that lifts skirts and hair. The wind howls throughout the stairways and the security doors require a specific push to latch. I'm not sure what happens to the ventilation system (since we don't have windows that open and all exterior doors are automated to close) during this time, but it is definitely an unusal harbinger of spring.
The trees are beginning to pop with that beautiful early spring pink and the daffodils are in full bloom, slowly giving way to the budding tulips. The early heatwave here is bound to cause some havoc with mosquitos, germs, and gardens, but after a long harsh winter that brought lots of snow and floods of rain, the balmy and sunny weather could not be more welcome.
I don't recall the last time the first week of April brought on desires to open the pool, add plants to the pots and window boxes, and put screens in the storm doors. It is still truly too early to do most of that - some cold nights could definitely kill off potted plants and the pool will definitely not be swimmable until end of May, but oh the dreams of warm summers were definitely upon us this weekend.
Time to break out the open-toed shoes, the capris pants, and the linen tops. And to remember, once again, why living in the northeast is such a pleasure. To experience a true reawakening when Spring arrives at our doorstep.
I feel so bad for people who live where there are no seasons! Spring is, for all practical purposes, my least favorite season. But I still love the change.
And here I am feeling bad that being so sick last week has put me so far behind in getting things set for summer.
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