Strange seasons

Today’s the first day I felt excited for spring. It feels illegal to rejoice the changing season when the season prior never quite settled into its normal patterns.

It feels so wrong to complain about a 58 degree day in March as being too cold. And yet it’s what I did — whine about how cold the wind felt.

The weekend snow we needed so badly in Denver has melted. The fruit trees are suddenly wearing a net of bright green. I found myself smiling and congratulating myself for surviving the harshest season, even though the real cold never came.