And the winner is…
You saw and heard it. Famous groundhog Punxsutawney Phil has declared six more weeks of winter. Although, consider the fact that Phil’s forecast has not been 100% historically. Therefore, we’ll find out if he’s punking us in the coming month and change.
If so, that’s what Phil would call an ice burn.
Yesterday, at some point during the afternoon in Columbus, Ohio, there were snow flurries blowing around like its hair was on fire (talk about fire and ice). Snow can be fun and an incredible sight, but not this kind of snow and cold. I had the shades drawn in my office, so it was a genuine shock looking out my co-workers window as I was preparing to leave. “What in the world? I thought Winter was ‘technically’ over?”
Driving home, there was no visibility beyond 15 feet in front of my car. Didn’t Spring kick-off on March 20th? Of course, it is Ohio, so…
Still, the calendar is only days away from flipping into April. This means that instead of relentless snow we shall (surely) now endure relentless rain. However, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s certainly better than any Polar Vortex!
Occasional rain reminds me of a couple things, which includes singing and splashing around in puddles like a child, as well as…
(Skip to 1:37 for the rain)
Even though it’s usually better to wish for no rain as opposed to rain, it has the potential to bring with it a fun, magical purpose.
It’s like traveling back in time to our childhood when we just went with things as they came about, which can certainly be a good thing every once in a while in between the daily grind.
If nothing else, at least there’s no frost with rain!
Warmth is (finally!) supposed to be ushered in by Mother Nature herself this afternoon with a forecast in the 60s in Columbus, Ohio. This could very well be the beginning of the much anticipated (and prayed for) Spring season! Accordingly, I began to think of a specific movie that features great weather and elements of sunny disposition juxtaposed with undeniable change sparked by bright splashes of color.
Ladies and gentleman, it’s time to start thinking about the pure pleasantness of Spring.
“Hope springs eternal…”
“April Showers” dominate the four-day and extended seven-day forecasts. The glimmers of sunlight are brief and treasured. After those precious moments are predictably overwhelmed by gray clouds from the gods of overcast, the remaining hours are spent planning for a rain-soaked afternoon. Joyful activities are limited, which conjures up thoughts on the necessity of this seasonal downpour.
Brainstorming beyond the obvious ecological benefits, this specific month does play a central role in our seasons. Oddly enough, this thirty day stretch of continuous waterworks is beginning to grow on me with a petite quantité de charme (A “Frasier” rerun may have been on last night…).
Living in a city that vividly experiences the four seasons, Spring’s arrival thus far has been drenched. It happens every year. No surprise. But, at least there have been days, literally one here and another there, of warmth and sunshine reminiscent of the subsequent month. And yet, this forthcoming month of inspiring weather remains hidden, as if beneath the soil.
Or so I thought.
Singing in the rain is a wonderfully fun thing to do, especially when swinging around a beautifully decorated lamp post and landing in a giant puddle after a jubilant twirl. Even more though, warmer weather with clear skies brings everybody out from under the blankets and away from the televisions to experience the outdoor scene again on city streets and in suburban parks.
Sans the experience of singing in the rain, fun and liveliness fill the air with “Pleasantville”-like temperatures once Spring is in full swing. The spirit of the communities and its people skyrocket with many things, including imagination…even an imagination that lives beyond the perceived realms of reality.
Last Fall, my Dad and I planted hundreds of Daffodils in my parent’s backyard, including the gully. After months of quiet growth, they bloomed from the ground seemingly overnight to premiere a magnificent glow.
The row of golden splendor has provided reassurance that Spring in its traditional sense, however wet now, is just around the corner. It took a lot of digging, placing and covering, but the silver lining has shone through April’s heavy rain. The very sight of these fluorescent flowers would bring an optimistic smile to anyone’s face.
There are days filled with stormy forecasts that make you feel exhausted, worn down and stuck in the same holding pattern. And then, one random morning, you see this golden array of Daffodils.
Sometimes it takes several months, other times it can happen overnight…literally.
Here’s to a Spring filled with amour!