Okay, we’re not quite to the weeping cherries yet–that picture was a few years ago. But on Monday it warmed up enough that we opened the windows for a little while and then Tuesday it was warm enough to open up the house for hours. What a difference that fresh breeze made after this long, long cold winter! And, I have to admit, I love daylight savings time so I’ve been thrilled the last few days to see the sun till almost 8.
For some reason that “breath of fresh air” made a bigger difference this time than I can remember. Not sure whether I’m just that much more sensitive or whether the oppressive feelings I had this winter were just deeper, but it felt like everything changed with those hours of sweet spring air wafting through. Even now with the house closed back up, the whole atmosphere is so much lighter it’s as if the fresh air gathered up the heavy hibernation feelings and carried them off on the breeze.
I know I’ve heard that lots of you had a rough winter– anyone else getting those first inklings of spring? Or noticing a stronger reaction than usual to the change of seasons?