I’m just not feeling the love.
All this positive self-talk about the wonders of spring is leaving me unimpressed. It’s still my least favourite season by a long shot.
Every dog, and its season, has its days.
I started off liking spring as a kid. It was time to splash in the puddles with my rubber boots, throw snowballs at recess time and watch renegade water run six-feet high in ditches. There seemed to be water everywhere and it was fascinating to watch it run across the road.
One of my quirks is that I thoroughly enjoy water as long as I’m not wet. It took way too many years before I finally made it thru spring without misjudging the level of cold water rising toward my unprotected leg and getting a booter (filling my boot with water). When the challenge was over, maybe the novelty of the season also wore off.
As a teenager, I wanted to quit school and run away every spring. Perhaps because I never did, it was a feeling that tended to return annually. This season may buoy other peoples’ spirits but it makes me restless, bored and out of sorts.
I think you really have to hate winter to argue that windy, cloudy days with a high probability of mud, freezing rain and guck spattered all over your windshield are somehow an improvement. Oh sure there are the occasional wonderful spring days but they all seem like a taunting exception to the reality. Every dog, and its season, has its days. I guess the good news is we’re one step closer to fall.
Maybe I need a booter to get into the spirit of spring.