Last weekend there was a collective sense of glee in the Twin Cities as we got our first taste of nice weather after months of seemingly endless winter. We were all mischievous little bears borrowing hats with a shout, metaphorically speaking. Of course, I always think life is like a picture book, and in this case, it’s like Red Hat by Lita Judge, in which there are no words–only sounds–to tell the story of some animals having a lot of fun at the end of winter.
We were right there with them. No hat stealing that I saw, but the sounds of spring were in the air. The park near our building was packed with families playing, grilling, smiling. It felt like we lived at the park all weekend, and it was glorious.
This week has been decidedly less glorious outside, and the general glee has dulled as we debate whether we need winter boots and coats now or if spring jackets will do. As we faced a snowy forecast on Wednesday, I tried to avoid complaining, but even my bright-side nature can only go so far against snow in May.
In the end, the snow missed us to dump record-breaking amounts to the south and east of here. I stuck with my sneakers and spring jacket with only a slight sense of regret as I waited for my bus at 7 a.m. with a sharp wind chilling the air. A winter coat might have been a warmer choice this morning, but I very happy to be leaving my boots in the closet. Not exactly a “Roweeeee!” kind of happy, but I’ll take what I can get.
We just need a little more patience, and the cold, rainy, brown will turn to green, wonderful spring. Actually that reminds me of another picture book: And Then It’s Spring by Julie Fogliano. It’s a quieter book than Red Hat. It’s more about the waiting, but the spring, when it finally arrives, is no less wonderful.
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