Perhaps it’s just me, but after the whole Wicked Weasel buildup, things feel just a little bit anticlimactic.
(Mr. Tall should note that this generalization does not include him.)
I’m not entirely sure what I can do to top that — if anything. (No suggestions from the peanut gallery, thanks! ) But I’m sure something will come up. Ahem.
In other news, the weather has finally started to change up here in Northern Canuckland. The sun has been shining more, and the temperatures are slowly climbing up over the freezing mark. I will be so glad to put the winter boots away… I’m dying to get back into sandals. In fact, I even bought myself a new pair of sneaker slides (you know, slip-on, mule types) because at the end of last summer I got rid of my old ratty pair.
It’s almost pedicure time, too. Along with toe ring and anklet time. *sigh*
I know. It’s all about taking each day as it comes, right? Seeing what’s around the corner next? For me, similarly to autumn, spring is about renewal and change. The days are longer and brighter, and full of promise. It’s time for we hibernators to crawl out of our caves and blink in the brilliant sunshine.
Soon we can again enjoy barbeques and bonfires, meals outside in the gazebo, and splashing around in the Smurf Pot pool.
I’m so looking forward to it all. What about you? What does spring mean for you?