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I am not a big fan of winter. The constant grey days, the daily sheet of ice on my car windshield and the cold that nips no matter how many layers of fleece or wool you wear are not appealing.
I know I am not the only one who feels this way. Garrison Keillor, in his radio show, “A Prairie Home Companion,” has a whole story about the effect the winter blues have on people.
In his story, the sight of a daughter who forgoes wearing her good clothes and dresses like a hobo hurts a mother, a teacher gets ready to quit after reading a stack of badly written essays and city council is terrified at the thought of allowing a company that makes a musical straw come into town. But everyone, Keiler notes, eases their emotions when they realize they are just the victims of the winter blues that flourish in the wintertime.
Everyone reminds themselves that winter and its depressing feelings will soon pass.
I can relate to this story because this season certainly has that effect for me. In fact, I pretty much count the days until spring.
But I’ve realized, just like the winter months with their constant gloom, spring has its own quirks. It’s really volatile. Winter gives you the blues, but spring leaves you on the edge of your seat. You wonder what will happen next.
Signs of new life are everywhere, as smooth green blades of leaves belonging to daffodils and tulips appear. Crocuses dot the ground with purple and yellow colors.
But spring isn’t everything Hallmark and the holiday aisles at grocery stores would lead you to believe. It is not all cute and cheerful images.
The season is tempestuous.
It will snow one day, rain the next and be sunny the third day.
I always want to believe all those images of smiling suns and cheerful flowers, but just like the citizens of Keillor’s Lake Wobegon in their winter season, the spring season can rub my feelings raw.
It’s not just the weather; the current time of year has left everything topsy-turvy.
The economy has shriveled, Juárez, Mexico, that once attracted local charities now spurns their help away with violence. Also, nuclear waste was discovered right outside the newspaper’s office door ... oh, but I am just letting the month get to me.
Change I guess never comes smoothly. There are outrageous storms, but they are always bound to happen.
Just brace yourself and remember summer with its routine warm, sunny days is just around the corner.