Waiting for Spring

I woke up yesterday with that dreaded cabin fever feeling. Spring is less than a month away. Living in New England means most of us feel this way every February. I’m sick of the cold and ice and the little snow we had this year.

It’s time to breathe fresh air and watch the fluttering birds come back.

It’s time to feel the bright sun on skin as we walk or work outside.

I long for green grass, budding flowers and open windows. It’s time for tin buckets hung on trees and the running of the sap. I know it’s soon but I don’t want to wait! Even if Mother Nature has handed us a mild winter, I still crave the sun and warm temperatures. Who else demands spring?