Pi Day, the Ides of March, St. Urho's Day, St. Patrick's Day. Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Easter. The Spring Equinox.
While it is neither officially Spring nor quite springlike, we have arrived at that very Northern and Midwestern of seasons -- the Brown Season. Out in the country there is no green in any of the exposed grass lawns. The fields, the mud, the leftover corn stalks, the bare trees... all are brown.
And yet, it is not the same brown as in November. A winter's worth of cold and melt, snow and rains, have beaten down the weeds and dried the life out of the remaining stubble. With the ground soft and damp, it is both difficult to tramp through and waiting to break out into song. (grin)
With such signs of Spring beginning to appear around us, despite cold and damp and sometimes gray skies, it is oddly invigorating. And I feel sorry for those who live in those "warm" climes and are not able to share in this annual renewal.
No, really. Stop snickering. I'm being serious here!
Sigh. O ye of little faith.