‘Good Gravy! When will this &^%$#@ winter be over?”
My husband, bless his heart, came to northern Michigan by way of Arizona, where year after year, April pretty much does what she’s told. That means moving the mercury way up into the 80s in the daytime, and then dropping it back down into the 60s at night. Not to mention baking the red ground with a lovely dry heat, every single golden day, and just skipping that whole messy precipitation thing all together.
Even though he hasn’t lived there for more than two decades, every year our Michigan spring still brings his fond “April in Arizona” memories flooding back with a vengeance. Apparently, there is no better conduit for summoning this type of reminiscence than sleet, hail, rain, freezing rain, snow, more rain and a sky of dark clouds filled with even more rain, day after day after &^%$#@ day.
When everything looks so gray, it’s tempting to wish away the present in favor of the future. It’s natural to want to move past the dark and cold today, and on to a warm and sunny tomorrow. It’s natural to wish time away.
We all do it, whether we’re from Arizona or Michigan or somewhere in between. My son, who just wants to get in a few outdoor soccer practices before his first game — “Is that so much to ask!” — does it. My friend, Linda, who just wants to go outside and work in her magnificent Hosta garden — “Yipeee! It’s snowing again! Said no one, ever, at the end of April.” — does it. And lord help me, I do it, too. Because I’d really like to take our new puppy for a walk in something other than mud.
So yup, we’re all human. That means we all sometimes wish our time away. Not so hard to do when there’s been snow on the ground for the last seven &^%$#@ months.