Hell of a Guy

Is it Spring, Yet?


Is it just me, or does the winter season just seem to linger on and on?  I am seeing hints of spring, like March 21st has come and gone, for one, but there are others.  The jonquils are up and blooming; my grass has greening and is growing, at least the weeds are flourishing.  There are buds on the trees and some are even showing evidence of green.  We are on the cusp of spring, but where the hell is the telltale sign of it, i.e., warmer days?

Yesterday The Nancy and I drove to Winchester, Virginia.  We travel there via route 522 as it runs down a scenic valley between Cacapon Mountain and the Sleepy Creek Mountain.  Yesterday the tops of both mountains showed white with a thin layer of snow upon them.  What is up with that?

This morning here is Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 711 we awoke to a temperature of just above freezing.  Throughout the day it has risen to a balmy 43 degrees.  What?  Allow me to spell it out?  It is forty-three degrees, as in 43 degrees, a mere 11 degrees above the temperature wherein H2O goes from a liquid state to a solid one.  People, this is just flat out unacceptable.

Who has taken spring hostage, and where are they holding it?

Oh, how I long for 80 degree days, long days where the sun rises over the eastern horizon before 6am and doesn’t fall below the western horizon until 9pm.  Those days when The Nancy and I can sit on the rockers on the front porch and suck down a few brews after work but before dinner while we listen to the birds chirping and watch the grass grow. 

I am testing the power of prayer, and wishing and hoping as hard as I can that spring, the real spring, is just days away (hours would be better).  I am crossing my fingers and my toes, and would cross more body parts if I had any that could cross.

I might promise God I will go to church every Sunday for the rest of the year if in God’s infinite wisdom the real spring begins tomorrow, but it might happen and I not sure can live up to my end of the bargain.

I hate conundrums. 

And that is all I have to say about that…

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