Spring Fever - Gina Style

It seems the whole world around me is buzzing with excitement at the first inklings of Spring. I'm reminded of the scene in the movie Bambi where the forest and the creatures begin to stir back to life following the repose of Winter.

I don't see the charm.

To me, Spring is a big pain in the ass. Let's be realistic... The concept of Spring as a gorgeous and temporate time of year is nothing more than an ideal, far removed from the actual experience of the season. Those pastoral Spring days that are warm and sunny are few and far between. The reality - at least anywhere I've ever lived - is a drizzly, mushy, damp mess. My birthday is in the middle of May and more often than not there is a hail storm, or at the very least a torrential thunderstorm. I rarely remember sunshine and buttercups... It's not that I hold a grudge against Spring for not providing me with glorious birthday weather...it's just that I experience the reality of Springtime far differently than most people.

I see Her for the fickle bitch she is.

Spring means that I have to deal with Winter's ravages on our yard and home. Those things are so much easier to ignore when you are hole up nice and cozy inside all Winter. I have to think about wearing different clothes, and accept the fact that whatever I leave the house wearing will have proven to be either too warm or too cool by the time I return home.

Where most people revel in flights of romantic fancy, I have felt restless and unfocused all week.

I feel like the Spring Scrooge..."Bah humbug to all this foolishness!" I just can't feel good about this season. All it leads to is Summer, when it's too hot and humid to venture outdoors. Then the lawn needs mowing, and the yard needs tending...

In the interest of giving credit where credit is due, today was one of those lovely, sunny Spring days. I opened the back door to let in some warm fresh air and it was pleasant for a few hours. I would have no problem with Spring if it were always - or even primarily - like today. Give me weather like that for the next three or four months so I could enjoy riding my bike, gardening or fixing up the house without contending with annoyances of weather and I would fall in love with Spring like everyone else. As it is, I'm not deluded by Temptress Spring with her pretty pastels and false promises... She's nothing but a damn tease!

Is it Autumn yet?