| Current mood: |  accomplished |
Spring
In case you didn't notice, after Wednesday my intention to do a daily post, um, stopped. After evaluating how my week went, I've decided to go a little easier on myself. I think I'll post at least once a week, and more if it's not going to kill me. I had a team presentation due for school on Saturday morning, and we spent many hours meeting to prepare in the days preceding, and I'm happy to report we got a perfect score, which I think is definitely worth skipping a few blogging opportunities.
So, since Karen is keeping up with the weekend assignments, posting at least once a week should be easy:
"Weekend Assignment #208: Meteorologists define spring in the Northern Hemisphere as beginning March 1st; others define it according to the vernal equinox, the return of warm weather, or the appearance of a groundhog's shadow. What does spring mean to you, and what, if anything, do you intend to do about it?"
I have unusual preferences, in regards to weather and seasons. I love rain, I love overcast skies, and I think bare trees are really beautiful. I'm sad to see winter go. Admittedly I might feel differently about this if I lived somewhere that actually saw real winters. Shoveling snow never sounded very much fun to me. On the other side of the coin, though, I've not been above feeling rather envious when hearing tales from others of "needing" to stay home from school or work because of snow. That's an experience I've never had.
But the winter I experience, I love. I love wearing my overcoat and my scarves and for some reason most things romantic that ever happen to me happen to me in winter.
But okay, this weekend assignment isn't about winter, it's about spring. And while it's no winter, I do find a lot to like about spring. Baby animals, blossoming trees (the crabapple tree I used to spend a lot of time in in my parents' backyard blooms beautifully in spring . . . my grandma was telling me how pretty it looked from her window during our "Happy Easter" call today, the smell of freshly mowed lawns, people spending more time in parks and having picnics . . . and yeah, I can appreciate blue skies without clouds too. I think spring ending is even more sad to me than winter ending, though, because than that ushers in summer, and I really really don't do well in severe heat. The sun is not gentle with skin like mine, and it's hard to sleep in the heat, and it's energy-sucking. I don't like feeling like I have no energy to get anything done . . . because I really like to feel like I'm accomplishing things.
So I think what I've learned about myself by writing this, is that spring is no winter, but it's good, and I'm very hopeful that I'll accomplish things this spring, and I hope we don't get any horrible heat waves this summer.
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