What is it about a few days of good weather that can make all my problems seem to evaporate?
Seeing how this winter has pretty much sucked for me in every possible way, I think I can safely say that perhaps I suffer from S.A.D.
Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I've never officially been diagnosed, but I believe it's fair to say it must play a part in this crappy mood I've been in for months.
We went outside yesterday and I surveyed the damage to the back yard from a long hard winter.
I suddenly, and yes I mean suddenly, felt hopeful again.
The sun was shining. The temperature, while brisk, no longer hurt my unexposed skin. The trees have buds just beginning to form. The sky was blue.
It was like I had just awoken from my hibernation.
My long winter's nap was over.
I had vision.
I had hope.
I could see us frolicking and playing in the pool.
We were carefree.
We were happy.
I could see green grass.
I could even see the flowers I have yet to plant. The gigantic elephant ears sprouting. The cabana with the new, flowing, white curtains. The hideout we never finished last year. The new rope swing hanging from the deck.
Oh thank you Spring! Please hurry... I'm beginning to feel myself again.