For the past week or so Mother Nature has been teasing us with unmistakable signs of spring. Bright yellow and purple crocuses have burst color through the drab mulch, the robins are visiting the bird bath with is finally thawed out and when I come down the stairs in the morning I can hear the mockingbirds chirping out front as they rebuild their nests in the maple trees. Best of all, since we sprung the clocks ahead last weekend, there is still a bit of daylight after dinner so Dave and I aren’t as inclined to recline after eating. Last night we even ran an errand to Walmart and didn’t wear jackets. Feeling the warm air on the skin of my bare arms was very similar to the sensation I used to get stepping out of the airport in Florida after a winter flight from the frozen north.
Inspired by the milder weather, I decided to take a change and have my car washed; something that almost begs for a storm! I just couldn’t stand the salty coating on my still new urban titanium paint. Seems like many folks have had the same idea. The lines for the car wash were very long this weekend so I zipped in early Monday morning. Once there, I opted for the works; wash, shine, wax and protective coating (whatever that is). When it came to car washing, I decided my credo of “less is better” didn’t apply. The result was a beautiful shiny car with window I can actually see through.
It is warm again today but clouded over. Al Roker says there is a fast-moving winter storm, “Vulcan”, moving in from the west through Chicago and onto New England where a nor’easter is supposed to form dumping up to two feet of snow up there. Yuck! As much as I sympathize with my friends and family to the north, I hope the storm stays up there. It has to be spring somewhere first and it would sure be nice if it could be here!